“Something tells me I don’t believe you.” He grins mockingly, managing to get on my nerves. “I know how much you hate him, but trust me, giving in to the pleasures of the flesh isn’t so bad.”
It’s not like I’m seriously considering that option. I refuse to, now that I’ve realized I’m the only i***t who overthought the whole thing. Seeing Narkissa leaving his room with that smug air didn’t make me jealous—no. It shattered my pride and made it burn, wounded. I almost allowed myself to feel a bit powerful when I heard him talk about me like I was a drug he was addicted to, something he couldn’t stay away from. His recent actions have quickly crushed that illusion of power.
Still, curiosity gets the better of me and I end up asking:
“What’s it like?” Walter frowns. “What’s it like to give i
