“Did he fuck you?” “That’s hardly relevant.” “Perhaps not, but it is imperative that I know.” “Why?” I taunted. “So I know which part of him to mutilate first.” Iced water dripped into my chest. He was utterly serious. I couldn’t let the trickle of fear keep me from playing. “I would start with his lips.” He growled. “Mildred.” “Then his tongue.” He pressed his nose against mine. “You’re doing a very poor job of bartering.”
