Catra could see and hear everything and nothing.

She sat on a log in a thicket of trees a few meters away from Bethan’s cabin with her eyes closed and her hair hanging loose and wild down her shoulders.

Catra wore scraps of white, muslin fabric across her chest and around her waist. The fabric around her waist fell to mid-thigh and revealed the beautiful expanse of her thick thighs and muscular calves.

The scrap of fabric around her chest only just concealed her breasts, ...