#Chapter 119 Retail Therapy

Tessa’s POV “She has the mark…” I whispered as the front door shut. Joseph glanced at me with a frown. “What mark?” He asked, furrowing his brows together. “The mark on her shoulder blade,” I said, looking up at him. “She has the mark of the blood slave.” His face showed something of anguish, and I knew I wasn’t just seeing things. She really did have the mark of the blood slave. But that didn’t make sense to me. She wasn’t a blood slave. She couldn’t have been. She was working as a nurse in the hospital. They said nothing about her being a blood slave. “I think this is a story she should tell you,” Joseph said slowly. I stared at him in disbelief. “So, it’s true?” I asked, shaking my head in disbelief. “Anna was a blood slave?” He nodded, meeting my eyes. “Let’s get dressed and we can talk to her on our way to the city,” he said. I sighed and went back toward his bedroom so I could grab a clean pair of clothing, completely forgetting I was still in my bathing suit. I gra