Ofir pressed his lips together and wouldn’t speak. He looked furious, and terrified.
She’d talked this over with Mist… Shahin. It was different, to be doing it. To be the Owner for the first time. “Kneel. We’re going to do this right.” He dropped to his knees, and dropped his head. “Look at me.” His glare didn’t hide the tears. “You are going to serve me until I free you.” He nodded mutely, angrily. “And I will take care of you.”
She cupped his chin in his hand. “And cherish you. This is how we’ll do this. Properly.”
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