They both knew a woman can claim rape if she was too drunk to make a clear chose. “Fuck, Gray, you know me better than that. She wanted it, and she was sober.” The memory of Prue in that cave, looking up at him with those eyes, begging him not to stop. “She was the one who… it wasn’t like I forced her or anything. But she was in shock, Gray. We’d just watched my driver Jon die, we’d been shot at, we were stuck in a cave in the middle of a jungle. And I should have kept my hands ...