Lyla
We ended up in a lodging.
The lodging was small but cozy with wooden beams running across the ceiling and warm yellow light spilling from a simple lamp in the corner.
I was still trying to recover from having my naked self moving up and down a man whose face was blurred for the whole world to see. When Lenny told me that the video was about me, I stood frozen, unable to say a word.
I thought I would be embarrassed but I was so used to being humiliated that this felt like a field day for me.
Plus,
We couldn't leave yet, we still needed to finish up with the Moon High priestess until then, we had rejected a temporary accommodation at the pack house for this. It was cosy and we could pay for a few hours rather than the whole day.
I sat cross-legged on the worn-out couch, my elbows resting on my knees as I stared at Nathan's phone in his hand.
"I want to see it," I said calmly.
