“And you’ve turned out so pretty,” Udugov said roughly, pressing me to himself, and letting out a slightly hoarse breath. “How does it feel to play the role of a commodity that Daddy’s friends compete for? I wonder who he’ll pick for your husband. Maybe I should join the race too? He’s an enemy of my family—a grim, domineering monster, from the undressing gaze of which chills run down the skin.”