Knox

Had I misread her? Had she merely wanted sex and that was all? I'd thought she had liked me a little, but after I came, she went colder than the cell.

My heart twisted in my chest at the pain that I had caused her somehow.

She couldn't be working with the Roulex. Otherwise, she'd be shimmying up to me, rubbing herself against me and tempting me to mate with her.

No. This was different. No actress or spy, no matter how good, could send ...