“You f*****g bastard!” Devera shouted. “You’ve got a lot of nerve to show up like this, on a night flight.”
“I’m here because you want me here. You all do.”
That kind of pushed them back a little. Devera blinked, like a person coming out of a black dream, confronted with a truth she wasn’t quite ready to face. Farah too seemed more lucid as she eased up from her crouch. Only Lady Kimbrough didn’t outwardly react, she held still, but that immobility was enough to show that she also was taken aback.
“At one time or another, you have all called to me; while you tormented another slave, as you wept behind closed doors, or in the throes of passion.”
Devera’s anger was ready to explode. She stepped forward and the others followed suit. Devera said, “A fleeting thought is not - “
“ - an admi
