Chapter 70

Of course, the one thing he didn't do was restrict her activities in any way. "So did you see him?" I ask casually, lifting my hand to play with her earlobe. "Jake, I mean?"

Her body turns into stone in my arms. I can feel the rigid tension in each muscle. "I ran into him briefly, after dinner with my friend Leah," she says evenly, looking up at me. "We had some coffee together, the three of us, and that was the only time I saw him."

I hold her gaze for a second, then nod, satisfied. She didn't lie to me. The reports had mentioned that particular incident. When I first read about it, I wanted to kill the boy with my bare hands.

I still might do that, if he approaches Nora ever again.

The thought of another man near her fills me with white-hot fury. According to the reports, she didn't date during our time apart—with one notable exception. "How about that lawyer?" I ask softly, doing my best to control the rage boiling inside me. "Did the two of you have a good time?"

Her face turns pale underneath her golden skin tone. "I didn't do anything with him," she says, and I can hear the apprehension in her voice. "I went out that night because I was missing you, because I was tired of being alone, but nothing happened. I had a couple of drinks, but I still couldn't go through with it."

"No?" Much of the anger drains out of me. I can read her well enough to know when she's lying—and right now she's telling the truth. Still, I make a mental note to have this investigated further. If the lawyer touched her in any way, he'll pay.

She looks at me, and I can feel her own tension dissipating. She can discern my moods like no one else. It's as if she's attuned to me on some level. It's been that way with her from the very beginning. Unlike most women, she's always been able to sense the real me.

"No." Her mouth tightens. "I couldn't let him touch me. I'm too fucked up to be with a normal man now."

I lift my eyebrows, amused despite myself. She's no longer the frightened girl I brought to the island. Somewhere along the way, my little pet grew some sharp claws and was starting to learn how to use them.

"That's good." I run my fingers playfully across her cheek, then bend my head to inhale her sweet scent. "Nobody is allowed to touch you, baby. Nobody but me.