Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Why is it hurting again?
That odd dream returned to me—some guy fucking the shit out of my ass in dirt and calling me Lunita.
That was a dream. . .Right?
A dark shudder ran through me.
Emilio must have felt it because he stopped suckling for a second and then whimpered.
I rubbed his arm. “It’s okay, baby. Mommy is just. . .thinking about something.”
He returned to feeding, and I shoved the dream out of my head.
Minutes later, Olga returned with a tray of steaming tea and three bowls. One held fruit. The other had tiny cakes, while nuts filled the last one.
“Here you go.” Olga placed the tray on the small table next to my chair. “I brought some snacks to keep you energized and nourished early this morning.”
“Thank you.”
“Would you like me to light the fire place?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m warm.”
“You look exhausted. The Lion wanted me to wake him when you fed this morning, I can—”
“Don’t. Someone needs to get sleep in this place.” I slowly closed my eyes. “What would I do without you, Olga?”
“I must say that my time here has been an absolute blast, and it hasn’t even been two months yet.” She lowered into the rocking chair next to us. “I am truly in love with this little one.”
“Me too.” I yawned.
“Emily?” Concern laced her voice. “Would you like me to wash your feet?”
I opened my eyes. “What?”
“I already told the maid downstairs to clean the nursery of all the dirt on the carpet later today, but—”
“Dirt?” I leaned forward and gazed down at the carpet.
Sure enough, there was a trail of muddy footprints leading from the door to my chair.
What the fuck?
I raised one foot and assessed it. Dirt coated the entire bottom. Then, I checked my hands. Earlier, I hadn’t noticed the dirt in my fingernails, but now I did.
No. What’s going on?
Olga gave me a sad smile. “I can just get a warm cloth and wipe your feet.”
“Umm. . .” I cleared my throat. “That would be nice. And. . .wake up Blue. Tell her to call Dr. Stovall and have him come here as soon as possible.”
“Are you okay?”
“Y-yes. I just need. . .him to check something.”
“I sure will.” Olga rose from the rocking chair and rushed away.
Fuck.
I blinked.
I don’t think that was a dream.
Chapter 1
Clues
Emily
In Blue’s bedroom and on her bed, I lay half-naked on my stomach with only my robe on. The fabric was yanked high up over my waist, exposing my ass to Dr. Stovall.
This was by far the most embarrassing and awkward medical examination that I had ever had.
Please, tell me that I’m bugging.
I glanced over my shoulder and spotted Dr. Stovall’s red-tinted face as he gently spread my buttocks with his gloved hands, lifted his tiny flashlight, and looked at my anus. “Hmmm.”
“Hmmm?” I quirked.
“There is some slight tearing on the wrong side of the anal sphincter.”
“Does that mean I had sex back there?”
Sighing, Dr. Stovall moved his hands from my behind and rose. “Emily, as I explained before, there is no clear medical way to tell if a person has had anal sex.”
I yanked the robe down, slowly rolled over, and sat up. “But, I’ve seen tons of detective shows where the doctor is examining the dead girl and is saying that she has been raped or just had sex—”
“That is clearly television.”
“But you did say that there was some tearing.”
Dr. Stovall shut off the tiny flashlight. “Yes. That does look new.”
“Which would suggest that I had anal sex?”
“I would say there was a seventy percent chance.” Dr. Stovall pulled off the gloves and slung them in the small trash can. “However, Emily, I believe this. . .question distresses me.”
I stood, making sure the robe fell around me. “How?”
“Have you been recently. . .sexually violated?”
I waved his question away. “Don’t worry about that. I just needed to make sure that I am not going crazy.”
“Have you been having suicidal thoughts or—?”
“No. It’s not like that.”
“Listen, Emily. If you are experiencing pain, you must take it easy and allow your body time to heal.”
“I’m doing that. I have a whole staff helping me, so please don’t think I’m stressing myself out.”
“Well, I can also assign you some over-the-counter pain medications, such as ibuprofen, to help alleviate discomfort, but due to your nursing, I don’t want you to—”
“No drugs.”
“Then, I recommend the use of a heating pad as well as taking warm baths to help relieve muscle soreness in. . .that area.” Dr. Stovall pulled out a small notepad and pen. “Also, Emily, I know of a nice doctor that could help you with this situation.”
I headed over to my clothes. “She studies anuses?”
“N-no.” Dr. Stovall looked like he was about to faint. “She studies the mind.”
“Oh, so you’re saying I’m crazy?”
“No. No.” Dr. Stovall scribbled stuff down on the pad. “I’ve just found that when some women have babies sometimes they deal with large amounts of stress—”