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Harlow opened her mouth. Penzance chose that moment to lay a hand on her back and sit up at her side, showing everyone he was n***d from the waist up at least.
“You’ve got to pay for a show,” Penzance said, really selling it that he was annoyed. Stroking her back, he leaned in to whisper through her hair. “You okay?”
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Ryske. Did he think this was real? That she would even consider betraying him like this?
Her chest grew tighter. She clung to the sheet trying to show him that she did value her modesty. There was thunder in his eyes and swirling around him. All night she’d made efforts to calm and appease him. She’d asked her friends for help in keeping him safe and off the streets. Witnessing this was prime fodder for him to take out there.
“Well,
