Ana had never watched her clock so closely, any closer and she was afraid it would file for harassment charges against her. But she couldn’t get Rafe’s battered face out of her mind. She couldn’t stop seeing the blood dripping down his chin and the dark circle forming around his eye. Her father hadn’t said a word to her about what had happened before her arrival, but she wasn’t stupid. That ugly beast of a man must have been Dan. She only knew him by voice from her night in Rafe’s room, but it was in his face, the meanness. She had no doubt it was him and he was the one who had put his hands on Rafe. Anger flooded through her, hot and thick. She wanted to hit something, but knew it wouldn’t do any good. She was no match for Dan and he was the one she wanted to beat her fists into. A discarded shoe took the blunt of her frustration. It sailed across the room and struck the wall. Mitzy grumbled at her haughtily while continuing the delicate grooming of his paws.
