When it was done, I stayed silent and still as I waited for him to get off of me. My face and thighs stung where the tree bark had abraded my skin and from the corner of my eye I saw one of his men rub his palm down the front of his pants. Mortification filled me as Enzo’s lips pressed against the back of my neck, exposed by my braids falling to either side, and a chill ran down my spine. And then I felt his hand—the one that was on my hip— slide around to dip between my legs…

Immediately, I began to struggle. “No. No!”

His other...