"Are you going to kill me?" Chase's expression sobers up, and he draws back to regard me. "Why would I kill you, Ivana?" A shock of horror goes through me. "So you're going to sell me. To who? How much did they pay you?" He watches me for a second, before smiling. "I'll be honest with you. When I was in your apartment and you were walking around with your fucking nipples hard, I was thinking about all the fucked up things I could do to you. Are you scared of me, Ivana?"