Daagiis
gave him a narrowed glare. “Some day it
will be you under my lash once more. You
will kneel at my feet and call me master.”
Vendeen
answered the challenge with a cold stare.
“Perhaps. But for now, I own you,
and there’s not a damned thing you can do about it.”
The men
stared at each other. Raven sensed a
struggle of wills happening. She
wondered if it was possible to turn Daagiis against Vendeen enough to allow her
to escape this sentence of servitude.
Vendeen’s
tone was unfeeling as he asked the other man, “Do you wish to have this out
now, or shall we enjoy the lovely protector you acquired for me?”
For a
moment, Daagiis’ features twisted. Raven
saw frustration, anger, and agony mixing in his expression. But there was no sign of hatred. In fact, Daagiis looked at Vendeen with a
kind of desperation that made her think of – love? Was that what put the tortured feeling in his
golden eyes?
The
moment lasted barely a second before Daagiis turned his gaze on Raven. Her stomach executed a slow roll as the heat
in his stare sought to sear her. A smile
crept over his face. “Having already had
a taste of this exquisite creature, I am definitely on the side of making love,
not war.”
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