Racheal took her hand out of Steffan's. The memory of her experience at the interrogation room made her eyes sting with tears.

“What if YOU hurt me, who should I tell?” she asked, pressing her lips together to hold back her tears.

She was unaware that the tears had broken free, till she felt Steffan’s warm fingers wiping her face.

Damn! Why was she so quick to break down?

“Come, I made a bath for you.” He said turning quickly. He grabbed her hand, and he led her out of the ...