“Nooooo. God, no. Iris, you know you’re safe here, right? Nothing goes on that you don’t know about beforehand and consent to… you get that? No matter what we all look like we’re capable of, nobody is going to show up at your door one night and force their way in.”
Iris took a deep breath. “I get that. I do. It’s just – sometimes I kind of forget.”
“Conditioning and training are powerful things. In the case of fuckers like Gideon, they’re called brainwashing.”
“Yeah, they are. OK, so… what does this mean, that you’re staying upstairs with me?”
“It means that Cain gets to go home and sleep at night in his own bed, and then he can go to work the next day actually rested. He works on Cowboy’s ranch, you know.”
“No,” she said, surprised at both of those pieces of information. “I assumed t
