“Know what I’ll do to you?” The corner of his lips crawls upward, but his blue eyes stay cold. He waits, and I shake my head—no. “I’ll make it so he never touches you again. He’ll be disgusted. If I want to, I’ll be the one with you first,” he presses his thumb roughly against my lips, making it clear what will be required of me. “And you’ll even like it. Someone like you can’t help but like it. And when I get bored of you, I’ll hand you over to my men. They haven’t seen girls like you in ages. What do you think, Seraphima?” I look terrified. He took me for someone else—for my sister. Contains profanity.