Kostas stared at Darya as if she’d lost her marbles. In fact, he considered the way she was pawing at her outfit, she very well may have.
“Darya, stop!” He grabbed her hand forcefully and shook her. “Stop.”
“But it’s ruined. I got coffee on it, and it’s ruined.”
Her blue eyes, the beautiful blue eyes he had been pulled into from the moment he’d connected with them weeks ago, were swollen, puffy and red. Her skin was splotchy and mottled and she had scratch marks along her neckline as if she’d been mindlessly scratching at herself while she walked. The guard had mentioned her feet were bleeding and he looked down, horrified to see the guard hadn’t been lying. Her shoes were on the floor of the vehicle as she’d kicked them off and he could see ruptured blisters on both of her big toes, th
