Faye Dean suddenly gave a dry cough, glanced furtively at the door, and said in a low voice, "Claire, there's something I want to tell you, too."
"Hm?" Claire Sinclair's ears perked up.
Faye Dean mumbled for a long time before finally speaking, "It's about that guy, Morgan. I... forced myself on him."
"Huh???" Claire Sinclair felt like her brain was short-circuiting.
"Well, it wasn't exactly 'forcing.' It's just... one night, I got too drunk, you know? There was no one home to look after me, and then somehow, the next morning, I was lying in the same bed with him. My clothes were a little disheveled, but he wasn't wearing a single thing..."
Claire Sinclair analyzed the situation. "Maybe he took advantage of you while you were drunk and did something indecent?"
"But my body doesn't feel uncomfortable at all, not even... down there. And... he had a ton of bite marks on him."
"Sounds like sparks were flying!" Claire Sinclair exclaimed.
