Maggie gave no reaction, even though I'd just blurted the words right out. With unwavering confidence I had said the most dangerous thing a man could say to a woman who'd burned people at the pyre without batting an eye.
And here I stood, ready to deal with the consequences.
I'd braced myself, prepared to spend the last scraps of my essence on Feather Step and vanish before she could so much as blink.
And yet there she stood, watching me. She tilted her head to the right, then to the left.
"Fuck… me?"
A hostile frown folded her brows.
"Do you take me for a nun with a brain the size of a pea, like your whore?"
A frown formed on my face too, and I rebuked her at once.
"I can take anything, but I won't take an insult on Kassie. This is about survival, Maggie. Survival. Treat it as such."
She folded her arms across her chest.
"I know you… even if you were dying, you wouldn't fuck me."
I tilted my head back, taken aback, because…
