How did he know?

That's the question that's been bouncing around in my mind like a ping-pong ball since Giordan's men stopped me at the door, and like a prisoner, dragged me to this room and locked me in.

How did he know that's exactly what I wanted?

What I needed?

Even I didn't know, and that's the scary thing. But when he took me, threw me down on the couch, and told me to strip for him, it was like he was awakening something I had buried deep down inside of me for so long I had almost forgotten it had existed.

I would have never had the words...