“I don’t know anything,” I say weakly, body still trembling as it slowly, painfully, comes back from the edge.
Caleb’s good humor immediately vanishes. His smirk drops into a glare of disapproval. “Cover yourself, whore.” In a flourish, he turns away from me and walks to the door.
He’s not giving me any time!
Not wanting to flash the entire pit, I scramble off of the table, grab my panties and tug them on. Just as I pull my tunic back down, Caleb pulls open the door.
Tristan awaits on the other side with hand sanitizer and a handkerchief. My face flushes hot as Caleb cleans his hands. For Tristan to have that ready, he would have had to have known what was going on in that room.
I send a quick prayer to whatever gods might be listening that he didn’t hear the way I moaned. It’s bad e
