“Too bad he wasn’t there to save you the day you nearly died, Ms. Lane,” he said coolly.
“He was there to get rid of the Shades. Where were you?”
“He demanded a price. I don’t ask a price of you. Nor do I try to fuck you every time I see you.”
“Yes, you do. Ask a price, I mean…”
“Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it’s none of your business, I have lost. Many things. And no, I am not like any other player in this game and I will never be like V’lane, and I get a hard-on a great deal more often than occasionally.” He leaned fully against me and I gasped. “Sometimes it’s over a spoiled little girl, not a woman at all. And yes, I trashed the bookstore when I couldn’t find you. You’ll have to choose a new bedroom, too. And I’m sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody’s does, and you go on. It’s how you go on that defines you.”