Page 27 of Marked for Execution

My back tinged with some pain, and I groaned. Fuck, I needed to shower, too; relax under the water. Jogging up the steps, I heard the water running, saw dirty clothes scattered in front of the door. I divested myself of clothes and stepped in, opening the curtain to her screams.

“What the hell are you doing? I’m showering! Wait till I’m done, you asshole!”

Stepping into the tub, I shoved her forward so I could wash up, too. “We need to conserve water.”

“What the hell?”

Grabbing the soap, I squeezed some into my hands, ignoring her. Rubbing them together for a lather, I told her, “Turn around.”

“W-what?”

“Turn around, so I can wash the blood out of your hair.”

Of course, she didn’t argue with this and turned around. I chuckled to myself as my hands ran through her dark locks.How the hell did she hide all this under her cap?

My fingers dug into her scalp, and she moaned, making my dick jump.Fuck.Gritting my teeth, I quickly finished the task, squeezed more soap onto my hands, and washed myself while she rinsed her hair.

Once we were done, I shut off the water and walked toward my bedroom, looking for a fresh set of clothes.

“Can I borrow one of your shirts?” Her innocent voice behind me threw the image of her drowning in just my shirt in my mind, and I groaned under my breath.

What the hell was up with me these days? Why couldn’t I get her out of my mind? She was too fucking young for my fifty-year-old ass.

“Yeah.” I grabbed the first shirt I saw and turned to toss it to her, only to glimpse at her tiny panties glued to her skin from her dampness. Rubbing my hands over my face, I stared intently at her as she put her arms through the shirt, covered to the knees.

My eyes drifted to her legs, and she crossed her arms protectively. Something happened to her in the past to make her so skittish.

Leaning against the dresser, I asked my first question. “Where did you come from before Ashborne?”

“I’m not sure how to answer that. I flitted through a few human groups before running into some trouble.” Her eyes were casted down and it made me suspicious, if not for the fact that she called them ‘human’ groups.Maybe I was overthinking things.

“Look at me.”

She shook her head and rubbed her arms. Why was she so shy all of a sudden?

“Fitri, when did you realize you were different?”

“When one of the guys at my home camp tried to molest me.”

My nostrils flared. Thoughts of another man’s hands on her silky skin enraged me beyond reason. Judging by the way she looked now, she must have been pretty young when it happened.

“How old are you?”

She lifted her head, blushed, and turned her face to the side. That was when I realized I still stood here buck fucking naked with my arms crossed and my dick at half-mast from the way her skin flushed down her neck when she was embarrassed. Turning, I pulled open the drawer, grabbed some boxer briefs, and put them on. I was not sure whether it was for her benefit or mine.

Rubbing at my chin, I asked her again. “How old are you, Fitri?”

Once she realized I was covered, her eyes flared. “What does it matter?”

“Relax; I’m just trying to fill all the holes.”

Her eyes widened and she miserably failed at stifling her laugh. That shit that came out of my mouth sounded so much like Samuel, even I chuckled.

“Look. It’s been a long day. We’re back behind the walls of the community now, so stop being on edge. I’m trying to figure out what we need to do from here. You mentioned people trying to kill you. Were these people from your previous community?”

“Among other places.”

Was everyone out to get this girl?