Chapter Twenty-Seven
The NightMaire was not pleased. She was livid with herself for having fallen into Jacantha’s hands. She was incandescently furious at Jacantha, though had no idea what part she was about to play in the other woman’s strategy. Mostly, though, she just felt nauseous because she’d been drugged.
The NightMaire knew where she was. She’d been here before. The penthouse suite of the only man she thought of as her master. The one whose business empire held a controlling interest in her own corporation. The one she addressed as Mister Secretary of the Worshipful Corporate Shrine she attended. The one who’d set her up for a scam, had her arrested and then bought her, a decade and a half previously when she’d been a young and ambitious w***e who spent her spare time learning ho
