Chapter Twenty-One: Catra

Catra could see and hear everything and nothing.

She sat on a log in a thicket of trees a few meters away from Bethan’s cabin with her eyes closed and her hair hanging loose and wild down her shoulders.

Catra wore scraps of white, muslin fabric across her chest and around her waist. The fabric around her waist fell to mid-thigh and revealed the beautiful expanse of her thick thighs and muscular calves.

The scrap of fabric around her chest only just concealed her breasts, and her growing stomach was on display.

Although Catra’s body was firmly on the log, her psyche floated above her body, looking down at the thicket of trees, at Bethan’s cabin a few meters away, and at the lush greenness of that part of Wales.