When Selena left, her legs were barely holding her up.

But she forced herself to steady them; letting Zavier see her like this would only add to the humiliation.

And really—what did it matter?

Just another fleeting encounter, a moment of meaningless pleasure. Over the past three years, Zavier had subjected her to countless indignities, had claimed her body in every way imaginable. This was merely... an addition. Another line in a sordid ...