C8 CHAPTER 8

"Strip, Lani." I ordered.

For one full minute, she just stared at me like I spoke in fucking China.

"W-What?" She whispered at last.

"Strip off your clothes and get into the bathtub." I explained impatiently.

Her face turned paled and horror suddenly blanketed her face. "Surely, y-you can't m-mean that." She stuttered out.

I frowned, not understanding where the damn look is coming from