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‘Fine,’ Dane chokes out.
She gets to the table and leans over it like Gwennie did the other day, her knuckles white as she grips the sides and closes her eyes. Her breaths are slow as if she’s trying to stay calm.
Dane grips the sheet that’s around her and tries to raise it. When it’s too tightly wound around her, he pulls her to standing and simply rips it away.
‘Nothing we haven’t already seen,’ he mutters at her cry.
He pushes her back down to the table, but he does it gently.
She’s breathing faster now.
Kallum is shaking his head, looking angry. ‘Perhaps you shouldn’t be the one who?—’
‘Spread your legs,’ he orders, ignoring Kal, who shoots him a death stare.
After a moment’s hesitation, she does what he tells her. Her movements are wooden.
Kal swears under his breath and approaches the table. He sits in a chair beside her head and caresses her face.
‘Try to relax,’ he says to her.
She nods, her breath hitching.
‘What do you like a man to do to you?’ Dane asks.
She squeezes her eyes shut. ‘I don’t know.’
‘You don’t know?’ Dane scoffs. ‘Do you want to be Reyn’s slave girl? Have his hand tan your backside? Have his fingers in your cunt every day? Do you want him to decide that he wants you pregnant and start giving you to a man every night while you’re fertile?’
‘Of course not.’ Her voice is small.
‘Then answer the question.’
‘I can’t.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because I’ve never been with one,’ she whispers, her bottom lip wobbling.
Kallum’s eyes harden on Dane, who splutters.
‘You’ve never been with one?’ he asks incredulously. ‘Impossible!’
‘How is it?’ she asks, sounding angry. ‘I left the keep as a troll. I lived as a troll for seven years. When would I have been able to—? It wasn’t safe for me, so I never did it.’
Dane takes a step back. ‘What about at … the keep?’
Her silence goes on for too long and I frown. ‘No,’ she finally says.
Dane smirks. ‘Who was it?’
‘No one.’
‘No one?’ he scoffs. ‘It was clearly someone. Come on, Harbinger. It’s been seven years. You might as well tell us.’
‘Grith,’ she whispers.
‘Grith?’ I exclaim. ‘But he was …’ Varrik’s lieutenant … whose eyes were always following her.
