"Didn't your mother ever warn you what can happen to young ladies who wander into young men's private bedrooms during social gatherings?" Jesse asked, as he hauled Zack Farhat off me. "It can be bad for their health." "Oh, sure." Now that I could breathe again, I sat up and took a careful assessment of my rib bone situation. None appeared to be broken, but there were going to be bruises for sure. I wouldn't be swimming much for the next few weeks. "Blame the victim. That's what everybody does." "I didn't mean you, , Jesse said. His dark-eyed gaze, generally so full of warmth - except, of course, when he was thinking about his time as a member of the undead - was as cold with contempt as I could ever remember seeing it, and it was focused on Zack. "I meant it can be unhealthy for the young men."