Because I have nowhere else to go. It wasn’t an insult, not the way she’d said it.
“So,” Dorian said quietly, “can I ask why you decided to join me for dinner? You’ve made it pretty clear that you didn’t want to spend any time with me—and I thought you had work to do tonight.” Actually, she’d been downright awful to him. But he kept his back to her, as though the question didn’t matter. And she didn’t quite know why the words came out, but she spoke the truth anyway. “Because I have nowhere else to go.” Dorian nodded, looking at her with kindness she couldn’t stand. “Then you will always have a place here.”