without getting caught again by it. As if a close escape somehow alleviated the disgust of the s*x she had not escaped.
"So now you know," she said, watching him as he assimilated the memory. "Why I cut myself, and why I risked having you r**e me. s*x and death: they are allied. So you see, anything you are saving me for was lost before you ever met me. Do you hate me now?"
"No," he said, appalled.
She stepped toward him. "So will you-?" "No."
"What is it with you? You know it"s pointless, when I"d much rather you did it with me than with some s**t like the queen, and there"s no reason not to."
"There is reason not to. I am not those men, and you are underage." "This damned idiotic moral code of yours! It doesn"t make sense!" "It makes a sense you do not appreciate."
"Is that a cut?"
