Damian's POV

She was standing in front of me. No shirt. No shorts. Just a bra and panties. Her eyes were red from crying. Her chest rose and fell fast. When she spoke, her voice reached me, torn raw by anger.

"How much per time?"

She was daring me.

I didn't look away. I didn't sigh. I didn't show shock. My face stayed blank, even as a faint, almost imperceptible twist of discomfort stirred in my stomach. That was all.

She wanted to hurt me with the question. Thought it would give her s