It was times like this that reminded Dikks that Elaine was someone raised on the streets. As much as she tried to be civil in her interaction with people, despite the way they treated her, she had been raised rough, worse than any other pirate boy had.
The streets taught her pain. And how to inflict that pain on someone else. And Dikks was well aware of that. Perhaps it was the reason he decided he did not like being vulnerable before her.
Gritting his teeth, he glared daggers at the woman standing before him, his cheeks glowing red in embarrassment at the genuine fear he felt.
"As you wish," he spoke below his breath, his voice barely above a mutter. At his words, Elaine backed up, giving him space to breathe.
"Who was the man you sold to?," she questioned.
Dikks replied, "Like hell I would let you know!"
