Once the doors closed and they were alone in the chamber, a breathless silence bled over them all as they looked at the young woman chained to the bed. Sitting on a throne of plush pillows, Casira was a perfect statue with only her chest moving in gentle pulls as she breathed. It was obvious she had recently come from a fresh bath, her oiled, tawny skin glistening with flowery perfumes, and her ebony curls shined in the flickering firelight.
Though something else stole all the attention aside from that, which were the trailing streaks that blemished any naked area. At that moment, the lines looked like someone took a red pen and ran it over her body. However, being a shifter and having busted open his skin frequently from either battle training, brawls, or just some wild night when one of
