ANTALYA'S POV

My hands moved faster than my brain, grabbing the first piece of clothing I could reachmy oversized training shirt. I yanked it over my head so quickly that I nearly strangled myself with the neckline, the unfinished bandages creating an obvious bulge across my chest.

Oh God, oh God, this is it. He knows. I'm dead.

"Well, well," Raymond said, his voice dropping to that dangerously low tone that made my stomach flip. "What do we have here?"

I pressed my ...