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.”