Page 118 of Well Aware

I lay there for a long time before getting up to clean myself up.

I was in the shower, rinsing the shampoo from my hair, when I heard a strange sound.

Wiping the suds out of my eyes, I opened them to find…

“Nice of you to finally pay attention.”

As I stared at him in shock, the rest of the shampoo washed out of my hair.

I was frozen in terror.

Naked, alone, and with no way to defend myself.

“Get out,” he said, rubbing his crotch. “Let’s talk about how you plan to fix this.”

I stared at Cain, only then realizing that there was something different about him.

He looked taller. A little less refined.

I turned the shower off and reached for my towel, but he knocked it out of my hands before I could wrap it around myself. I heard it drop to the floor, and my heart started to pound as I used my hands to cover myself as best as I could.

His eyes raked up the length of me. “Don’t know what my brother ever saw in Rose when he could’ve had you.”

Rose.

His brother.

“You’re not Cain?”

“Cain had an unfortunate tumble off the mountain,” he drawled. “Too cocky for his own good sometimes. I’m Able. Here to finish what he started.”

My insides clenched in fear.

“Didn’t realize that you were naked, though.” He grinned. “Great bonus.”

Disgust rolled through me. “I find it appalling that you would scare a woman this way.”

He grinned. “Want to know what I find appalling?”

I didn’t necessarily care.

But to stall what I saw as inevitable, seeing as he was rubbing his crotch as he talked to me, I asked, “What?”

“You hiding my brother’s kid from him,” he sneered. “That’s what I find appalling.”

“I didn’t hide anything from anyone,” I lied.

His brows rose. “No?”

He backed me into the corner, and my butt pressed against something metal behind me.

A towel rod. It was a metal rod that screwed on using an old piping system that they generally used in plumbing. I remembered admiring it while I was using the bathroom the other day, my gaze riveted to how it worked. Noting that it twisted on instead of attaching with screws.

I dropped my hand from my pubic area and lifted my knee while I reached behind me to see if I could get the metal rod free.

It didn’t give a single inch, but I didn’t give up trying.

The muscles in my hand protested as he continued to taunt me.