Chapter 6

For the next few days, Adara refused to talk to anyone. She sparred alone. Kept to her room.

Sulked like the most spoiled of children, and yet couldn't stop herself. Worse, those bastards gave her space. Neither Logan nor Titus came near her.

They respected her wishes.

Desmond wouldn't have. He would have demanded she snap out of it. Told her to hit him. Do anything but ignore him.

And then they would have made love.

Funny how every memory she had of him, even the fights - because they were both too stubborn to always agree - ended in sex. Hot. Sweaty. Skin-to-skin encounters that left her craving more.

Even now.

For a woman who thought she'd never indulge in carnal acts again, her body was starting to tell her otherwise.

How could it be awakening after what had been done to her? She had only to close her eyes to remember the pain and humiliation.