“Hardship though it was. You say she’s ours. Let me ask you this. If I were to go up there and take what is ours to my bed, how would you feel about it?” He sets his jaw, and I snort. “Thought so.”
“It’s not like that.”
“It doesn’t matter. You just make sure you don’t lose your head. She may warm your bed, but she’ll stab you in the back the minute she gets the chance to run.”
“Something happened to her, Bastian.”
I take a deep breath in and wait for him to continue.
“That doctor wipes memories. Some sort of hypnosis or some shit. She’s missing a year. She was locked away in that place for a fucking year.”
I don’t want to care about that. I fold my arms across my chest.
“She wasn’t a virgin,” he adds.
I tense at his words. I. Do. Not. Care. I cannot care. “That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Do you think she had a boyfriend under her father’s watchful eye?”
I shrug a shoulder, trying to feign nonchalance. “Maybe she fucked a soldier or two or a dozen. What do we know? Maybe she’s a sl—”
“Don’t call her that.”
“Got your hackles up?”
“She’s not that. You know it.”
I shrug a shoulder. “All I’m saying is why do we care? About any of it? We’re not supposed to care, remember?”
“But we do.”
I don’t answer. I’m not going to lie.
“Something happened to her, and that quack wiped it away.”
I push my hand through my hair and take a deep breath in. “I’m tired. I need to get some sleep.”
“We’ll talk. I can’t fucking think straight right now. I’ve been up for almost twenty-four hours.”
“I know. Thanks for getting the kid.”
“Someone had to. Good night, brother.”