“Get dressed,” he says as he rushes through the dressing room, pulling on clothes in a hurry. I stare at him, still on my knees in a dress I didn’t think he could resist. His gaze drops to me, and guilt flashes through his eyes. He kneels in front of me and cups my face, his eyes on mine. “Raven,” he whispers. I shake my head and look away. “Just go,” I whisper. “Go to her, like you always do.”
