#Chapter 25: On Edge

“I don’t know anything,” I say weakly, body still trembling as it slowly, painfully, comes back from the edge. Caleb’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 them on. Just as I pull my tunic back down, Caleb pulls open the door. Tristan awaits on the other side with hand sanitizer and a handkerchief. My face flushes hot as Caleb cleans his hands. For Tristan to have that ready, he would have had to have known what was going on in that room. I send a quick prayer to whatever gods might be listening that he didn’t hear the way I moaned. It’s bad enough that he knows what went on. I don’t want him to know that I enjoyed it. The shame I feel is near overwhelming. When I step outside of the room, Caleb is already walking forward. “Follo