I swallowed the bitter morning-after pill Motya slipped me, grimacing at the chalky aftertaste. But I knew these were just temporary lifesavers. Sooner or later, Alex would get what he wanted - a child bearing his bloodline, conceived against my will.
I didn't know why the cruel old woman enabled me to dodge pregnancy this time. Maybe she pitied me in a rare moment of compassion. Or maybe Alex's twisted mind had changed briefly. Whatever the reason, I was grateful for this small mercy.
"Get cleaned up," Motya barked, nostrils flaring with disgust. "You reek of him and sin."
I flinched at her harsh command, the sting of truth slicing into me. Beside the withered hag stood a younger maid, out of place with her pretty, all-American blonde bimbo look. She watched our interaction with wary brown eyes.
