Chapter 51

• No amount of perfumes or silk dresses will ever buy me, and I would rather bleed out on the floor than let him put another drop of his blood in my system.
• “Not going to happen,” I scoff, eager to shut down Ruth’s suggestion before she can press any further.
• She holds up her hands in surrender, falling back against my bed with a sigh. Her fingers drum rhythmically against my book, the soft tapping echoing through the quiet room.