Eve
I winced as Jules pressed into a tender spot on my shoulder.
"Too much?" she asked, her tone full of concern.
I rotated my arm, letting the knots in my muscles painfully unravel. "It's fine," I lied.
"You do know you can go to the spa," Jules offered. "I'll escort you and stay there, just in case."
"Jules," I cut her off softly. "I'm okay. It's all part of it. I'll heal."
She was silent as she began kneading my arm, alternating between deep strokes and lighter ones. I gritted my teeth as she continued, unwilling to let out another sound.
As brutal as he thought he was with his training, he didn't know the whole truth. My pain tolerance was something I could actually be proud of. If not for that, I might have slammed my head into the concrete wall of my cell years ago, just to put myself out of my misery.
