I never condoned violence. And yet I let Mark whip me, and I enjoyed it. I have never, for as long as I can remember, been this confused about a situation and my place in it.
"You did read the file Lucy compiled on him right?" Martin asks pointedly. "The part about the games he likes to play with women? Before he kills them."
If he doesn't stop insinuating that Mark is planning to kill me, I'll start screaming. It was bad enough when Lucy was doing it.
"I will say this one last time, Martin, so listen well," I hiss, sounding exactly like my mom does when she gets angry, but right now I don't care. "My personal life is none of your business."
He grins at me, showing a row of crooked, yellowed teeth. "Well, if you ever get tired of Cross, you know where to find me."
My whole face is bur
