“I must say.” He pokes her cheek as if she’s a lifeless doll. “You look like this pretty boy Sasha who was Kirill’s guard. You even share the same name.” “Are you serious?” Rai rolls her eyes. “She is Sasha.” “Oh.” He studies her closely again, and I’m tempted to poke his eyes out and break that finger he’s touching her with. “You became a woman?” he asks like a fucking idiot. “I was always a woman, Damien.” “Oooh. That’s why you were a pretty boy. Makes sense.” He pokes her cheek again. “You look much better as a woman.”
