Chapter Twelve
Angela had been restrained on the horse for an hour when Peejay finally came down to visit her. She turned her head to follow him as he walked a slow circle around her. The two opponents silently measured each other. He paused when he was in front of her and gazed down at her scornfully.
There were dark circles under her eyes. Steuben had kept her up late last night, and Angela had been hustled off to the purging parlor with only a few hours of rest. What sleep she had managed was probably filled with nightmares.
He didn’t say anything right away. She glared warily up at him as he continued his slow orbit until he was behind her. The ass end of the bench was slightly higher than the head end. The restraining belt had been tightened down to tilt her hips over the padde
