“And you can’t go back?” I ask, wondering where “back” even is.
She shakes her head, doesn’t say a word.
“Do you have anywhere else to go?”
She shakes her head again.
Fuck. I can’t play the hero to this little lost lamb. And yet, I want to. Which is inconvenient at best—and self-destructive at worst.
“Fine,” I growl. She looks slightly cowed by my intensity. “First things first… we need to get out of here.”
“We?” she repeats, dumbfounded.
I nod. “I can’t leave you walking the halls of a s*x club on your own.”
Her expression screws up with distaste. “I didn’t mean to come in here. I didn’t know…”
“Well, you picked wisely. One of the most expensive of its kind in the country.”
She shudders. “It was an accident.”
“They didn’t teach you sarcasm where you’re from?”
“They taught me n
