Chapter Thirteen
Sasha looked down at the muddy puddle in front of her. It was too big for her to jump over. Her boots were going to get covered in mud. Gross. She looked self-consciously at her wavering reflection in the murky water. People hadn’t stopped staring since their arrival. She was unaware of how well-satisfied she looked with heightened color in her cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. She peeked at Dagan. Maybe it’s because his markings are glowing. Everyone knows what we were doing all day.
Sasha nervously rearranged her scarf, making sure the hickey was well covered, and glanced up at Dagan again to see if he noticed. Yep. She smiled bashfully at his scowl and nudged him with her shoulder.
She had insisted Dagan take her back to her hotel room in the city so that she could showe
