Willow
THE WORDS COME OUT BEFORE I CAN STOP THEM.
It's shameful, offering myself like this. Like I'm not a person at all, just a body to be traded.
But I'd rather be owned than orphaned.
And the sad truth is… this is the only play I have. Something flashes in Dominik's eyes. Hunger or pain, maybe both. He looks away, jaw clenched. There's a long silence. He won't look at me, but I know he's thinking it over. At last, he says, "Your father might not go along with it.
Throwing his daughter to the wolves like this."
"Why wouldn't he?" I don't have to fake the bitterness in my voice. "According to you, he sent me here to seduce you. What difference does my well-being make to him?"
