Chapter 9
Sugar, shifted back to her human form, watched him while he crouched on the floor, at his blond hair falling in thick strands that hid a lot of his face and at the mountain of muscles that rippled as he moved. Her breath stopped when she saw a wound around his eye. It was raw, raw enough to tell her it had been done recently. She could tell it pained him. She could see it in his eyes, his vivid green eyes that continued to gaze out the window. Who was he? He’d come out of nowhere to help her. Should she trust him enough to put her life in his hands?
Judas heard her struggling and shifted his gaze toward her. Her eyes met his with a look of pain in them. He lowered his eyes to her wrists and saw the red marks. “Would it do any good to ask for your promise to stay quiet?”
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