“Did you really take Remy’s maidenhead, milord?” Elke asked impishly. “He’s been sore all morning.” “Elke!” “I’m not comfortable with discussing such intimate matters with acquaintances,” Lord Malekh said, to Remy’s relief, but then murdered his hopes with, “but as you are good friends with him and considerate of his health—it was Xiaodan who did the honors, some weeks ago.” “I hate you all,” Remy muttered, giving up and climbing on his helhest.
