She was angry enough that if looks could kill Lot's heart would have exploded on the spot, but she also kind of wanted to cry. She could hear Hagar saying that she wanted her too, just before she'd slipped out of her dress. What if she'd lied? What if it had all been some big joke, a prank on the crippled girl? Lot sure as hell seemed assured that that was all it was. He was having her. He had to be.
"You're wrong," she told him, and she meant about all of it. But he could think she meant about Hope alone and that would suit her. "About me. I would never touch anyone that didn't want to be touched. Not even her, whore or not." He could put that in his stiff-necked pipe and smoke it. Prick.
It was close to dark now, the sun beginning to disappear below the horizon. Orion grabbed the handles of the cart, her good mood in tatters, and started to haul it away from the post. She'd be keeping to herself the next few days while she licked her wounds. And this meant she couldn't see Hagar to tell her to take back whatever she'd said to Lot. This might mean she couldn't see Hagar at all. Ever.