Chapter 122

• Proserpina
• I was torn between wanting to hate the man, who was holding me and making my heart pound , the wetness to pool between my thighs, to sag against him and let him continue to kiss me.
• The others left, Schwartz with a quizzical gleam in his eyes and the girl called Sophie who grinned at me. Danielle was her brisk self, stomping out of the room; the after fight party would begin in an hour and she had things to take care of. Grace smiled tremulously at me as she left.