#Chapter 25: On Edge

“I don’t know anything,” I say weakly, body still trembling as it slowly, painfully, comes back from the edge.

Roman’s good humor immediately vanishes. His smirk drops into a glare of disapproval. “Cover yourself, whore.” In a flourish, he turns away from me and walks to the door.

He’s not giving me any time!

Not wanting to flash the entire pit, I scramble off of the table, grab my panties and tug