Birsha stiffened, face hardening, and glared at me. "Rape, Esther." I gasped, but not at the threat. Oh, how clever. A terrible old man threatening to rape me. I would've rolled my eyes at Birsha if it weren't for the soft brush of calloused fingers at the back of my neck, the warm touch, the whiff of beeswax. Terror and relief lodged in my throat so suddenly, I choked. Was I imagining... No, no, that was his hand. "Possibly a difficult act to achieve with a nymphomaniac such as yourself,"
Wtf
