"What did you do wrong?" Marsha inquired.
"Buffy?" I passed the buck.
"Three possible choices: Cáel elevates every s****l encounter he is in to unforeseen levels making him indispensable to any happy home.
I have a feud with the head of Havenstone HQ's SD - Elsa, and Cael chose me over her.
And thirdly, he physically molested Elsa to orgasm," Buffy finished.
"Ugh..." I sighed. "Wasn't sure you knew about the last one."
"I own you," Buffy scolded me. "Get used to it."
The psycho-bitches all chuckled. I was back as undisputed Head of House Ishara - because a b***h owned me. Yay democracy. I could give a futile stab at trying to convince Odette not to spill every detail of my s*x life to Buffy. That would be unfair. Buffy scared me and I had an actual chance of not dying at her hands.
