“You didn’t want to imply that Emerson would steal from me or that I committed heat rape?” Mark blanched, taking a step back. “Shit, Burke. No. You’re putting words into my mouth. I didn’t mean that. I swear.” Except he did mean it exactly like that. Mark wouldn’t even think of it as rape if I used Emerson in exchange for shelter. Emerson was expendable in his eyes.
