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Chapter Three
Bruises
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Serenity would swear later that everywhere he touched her his fingertips left a bruise.
The first night she had fought. The second night she had fought. The third and the fourth night she had fought.
The fifth night only brought a grim resignation- the more she fought, the more Daniel enjoyed it.
The thirtieth night was no different. Nor was the thirty-second, or the thirty-eight, of the fiftieth. She hadn't gotten to sixty yet.
She'd let you know when she got to sixty.
