Chapter 107

107.

Mia slid the garment over her aching arms, wincing as she

overextended the strained muscles before zipping the fleece up to her neck.

Thank goodness it was old and oversized, meaning it fell to mid-thigh and

would provide enough coverage to mostly maintain her modesty in front of

the household staff and Shane’s goons.

Determined not to look weak or victimized—or betray her fear—Mia

squared her shoulders and walked beside Shane. She didn’t meet the gazes

of the few people they encountered, but nor did she drop her head with

shame. None of them knew for sure that she was being punished, and it

mattered to her not to appear weak to them, though she didn’t know why.

She let the cool mask lapse a bit when Shane escorted her into his

room. She’d half-expected to end up back in the bedroom where he’d kept

her confined initially, so it was surprising to be in his suite.

A loud meow greeted her, and she bent down carefully, conscious of

the stiffness permeating her body, to