22
CAROLINE
I was so relieved that Meecham was well and truly dead that I slumped down onto the bed. My hands started to shake as my mind conjured up images of him atop me. I could feel his weight, so heavy that he pushed the air from my lungs. His hands, for such a big man, had been small and skittish. His voice nasally and bitter. He was everything Finn was not. Dark to light. Cruel to kind.
"Caroline."
I looked up at Finn's voice. It was in the lower octave I recognized as when he was angry or disappointed, but his expression did not match the tone. The door was closed again, Stevens gone. We were alone.
"Stand so I can get you out of your wet clothes."
I did, meekly. He quickly worked the buttons down my dress, stripped me bare.
"You've been a bad girl."
"I know. I murdered a m
