Logan's POV
Erinne eased herself onto my lap as I drained the last of the wine. The liquid was warm and smooth, sliding down my throat, but there was a nagging feeling at the back of my mind. Something wasn’t right. I couldn’t quite place what it was, but the unease ate at me, refusing to let go.
My eyes were beginning to turn, and an intense ache had blossomed in my head. I tried to lift my fingers, tried to move my body, but it felt as though I was moving through waves of water or thick air.
I could barely see my surroundings, but my eyes worked just enough to see Erinne smile. She'd done something to me, and I could feel it. The impetuous slave girl! I wanted to grab her and fling her off of me, to show her who was the boss, but I felt so limp all over.
Erinne began to massage my sh
