Some woman would whisper the word “Zest.” To describe this arrogant & rude man I was sitting across from. His eyes lingered on me far too long for my liking but it didn’t matter. Alexander took what he wanted, had what he needed, but I held more intelligence & strength than the whores he’d taken. I didn’t beg at the knees of another, I had courage, I had fight. He would not win me like a prize, he would fight till his death before that would ever happen. I smiled as I sipped my wine. “Good luck.” I told him.