Chapter 75

Katie's POV

The glass is cold under my fingers, and I pull my hand back, finally catching a glimpse of my face in the mirror. I look like a five-dollar whore.

Fingertip markings can be found on my legs, hips, and arms. My hair desperately needs brushing, and my lips are red and chapped as if I have been kissed for hours.

At least my bruises from the night at the club are gone.

I run my fingers through my hair, hissing at my sensitive scalp. The memory of the hours before swarming me.

The way he had taken me, the way he had possessed my mind and...