Chapter 25

“Daniel told me what happened. Are you okay? Did he manage to screw you?”

“No,” I said, my body shivering harder, the memory enough to make my throat tighten. Wrapping his arms around me, Edward frowned. “He didn't hurt me at all. Just scared me. Wanted to look at me.”

“I wish I could tell you it got better,” he said. “But it doesn't. There's always going to be men thinking they can have exactly what they want.”

“And most of them will get it, won't they?”

“Well, it's going to be my job to make sure none of them do you any major harm, but yes. If a man has paid for your time and you said yes to it, I'm not meant to intervene unless he's trying to do something really sinister like cut you up, or break bones or something.” His eyes were full of pity.

“Would you? If I asked you to?”

“Sorry, princess. It's not you who pays my bills. I'll step in before some of the guys here, but if it's considered an official fetish, I don't get to stop it.”

I nodded my head, only feeling more sick. A depre