Fiona's POV.
I didn't see Giovanna for the next few days. A blessing? Yes, but I can't lie and say that I didn't feel just a little curious about what happened to her, after Savio had stormed out of the bathroom I'd say on the floor, dripping wet, confused and about to cry. This wasn't the first time these men had violated me and it certainly wouldn't be the last, but every damn time they either forced my clothes off or attempted to touch me I always felt the impact, I wasn't crying because I felt disgusted, I cried because some part of me liked it, because the mate bond preened at the touch of my mate, because when Savio's eyes had roamed over me there was a heat in my belly and an ache in my thighs that clenching it didn't solve, and I'm sure he knew it, I'm sure he knew the effect the
