"P- pardon me?" Iris blanched when she heard the command. Her fists tightened under her long sleeves.
She wanted to say that there were literally brothels around them, he could pick anyone to his desire and fulfill his needs to his heart's content, with someone that could give him pleasure, instead of her, who knew nothing about it.
But then, the thought of him sleeping with someone else didn't sit well with her.
"Lay down on the bed," Cane repeated what he said earlier. He kneaded his forehead, seemingly trying to alleviate some pain, which made her a little bit worried.
Was this the feeling of seeing your man in pain?
If she could be worried about him, even over a little bit of discomfort that he felt, despite what he had done to her and hurt her, Iris couldn't imagine what kind of agony that Cane would feel whenever he remembered his late mate.
