"Take that shirt off her," Kaelo ordered coldly, her voice slicing through the tense air like a blade.
For the briefest second, the men hesitated... a fleeting flicker of uncertainty crossing their hardened faces. Only a second. Then rough, impersonal hands grabbed the oversized black shirt and yanked it violently off Raya's body, the fabric tearing slightly at the seams in their haste.
Cold morning air brushed against her exposed skin instantly, raising goosebumps along her arms, shoulders, and sharper collarbones. Now she stood there in nothing but the thin gold silk pajamas that barely offered any real coverage. The delicate, luxurious fabric clung to her smaller, thinner frame in a way that suddenly made her feel painfully exposed rather than comfortable... the soft material whispering against her skin, highlighting every subtle sign of the weight she had lost during Adrian's long absence.
