“Do you remember what I told you the night you went to the Harbor party?” I think I know what he’s getting at. When I don’t answer, he goes on. “I told you not to wear panties and you didn’t. I told you I did it to test your obedience. It wasn’t to torture you, mouse.” He glances at me briefly, his eyes catching the light from the dashboard. “I did it to teach you the lines not to cross. Disobeying me is one of them. And testing my patience is not something either of us wants.”
