Which is exactly what Saint wants.
“A virgin’s blush,” Aleksei says in awe. “She’s telling the truth. I know a liar when I see one, and you, sweet Willow, are not a liar. You really are a virgin…and you are mine.”
Saint instantly recoils, ending our little peep show.
Humiliated, I wrap my arms around my body, needing to veil my nakedness. I feel so dirty, which is ironic seeing as something pure has led to these feelings of shame.
“As you can see,” Saint very matter-of-factly states, “she is modest. Over the years, we have been forced to weed out the liars, but she is not one. What she says is true.”
Aleksei nods in agreement. He looks at me as though he’s just witnessed the second coming of Christ.
“Shall we drink to your good fortune?” Saint suggests, planting the seed and hoping i
