Gasps rippled through the crowd.
He flushed, rage painting his face red. He stepped toward me, fist clenched. “How dare a lowlife like you talk back to me?”
“Between the three of us, there is only one lowlife here, and I can assure you, it is not me or her,” I struck a thumb beyond my shoulder, replying quite calmly.
He slapped me hard across the face. So hard my head whipped to the side.
Great. Just great. I left my chambers after wallowing all day for this?
Closing my eyes, I absorbed the sting. Letting the pain settle.
I had dealt with jerks like him before, too many to count back in Pleasur’io. Honestly, I was surprised this was the first one I had run into here.
And after everything I had endured at their hands, you would think I would have learned by now not to get involved
