CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

The scene before Ruby caused her to stiffen on the spot. Bile rose to her throat and the wave of nausea that hit her almost made her swoon. Her mind fought to comprehend what she was seeing, and her heart which thundered in her chest seconds ago ceased working. Ruby heard a loud gasp escape Hestia and her eyes moved to the woman. She stood bare—stark naked with only a pair of red bottom heels. Upon her interruption, Hestia lifted her hands to her chest, in a poor attempt to cover her dignity. She appeared distorted, caught, with flushed cheeks and mouth open in an ‘o’ but the harder Ruby stared into her eyes, she saw the wicked glint she always knew resided there. A glimmer of satisfaction glowed in them. As if she was contented with the outcome of the situation. As if she had known she would be there. But Ruby knew that that wasn’t the case. She couldn’t have known, she thought as her shock slowly transformed into anger. She felt livid just like she had back in the printing room. Sh