"You are speaking as if I have already won the round." her breathing labored when he leaned closer. His touch was suddenly burning her.
"You will win every time as long as you will choose me." She ignored him and concentrated on the dice. Five and four, he won again. Bella closed her eyes, ready to give up on the last piece of cloth she was wearing if she was lucky. At worst, she did not know what he would ask.
His hands trailed her backbone with his cold fingers and his hands paused on a mark there. She remembered it since she did not let it heal intentionally. Her sister had scolded her for being petty. But she wanted to stay. Hoiping that her mother would ever feel guilty about it. But it did not happen. Now she felt like a fool when it left a scar on her skin.
