Chapter 77
"Was it Samson?"
I turned around to face Rohan. "No. Rabbi Abrams asked me to do something."
His brows raised in silent questioning.
"Can we not? I mean, not tonight? I'll fill you in tomorrow, but now," I pushed the button again. "I'm fine."
"You're not." His hand snaked out and pushed up my sleeve revealing the kaleidoscope of yellow and purple bruising.
I shifted uncomfortably under the weight of his all-seeing amber eyes before looking away. Except that landed me on the full glory of the women waiting for the rock god's return. Given their smirks, they didn't expect me to be any great hold-up.
Head groupie caught me staring. She turned with disinterest to her phone.
I ignored the bitter burning in my throat. "Gathering back-ups, are we?"
He clasped his hands behind his back. "Actors Samson thought I'd mesh with." He glanced over at them. "Gifts."
"They're people, Snowflake." Standing up for the sisterhood even if I wanted to return them to sender.