Chapter Nine
“It’s been so long since I made love I can’t even remember who gets tied up.”
- Joan Rivers
Sabrina
Alcina stood on shaky legs, wrapped in a thick robe, as two attendants carried Archer out on a stretcher. One of Daviel’s attendants gave her a cup of coffee. “Don’t worry,” said Daviel. “The med readout said everything would be just fine. I’ve got a doctor standing by. By the way, that was excellent work, both using the network connections to signal me, and altering the data files so the contract Archer signed was invalid.”
“Mmm,” she replied noncommittally. Her mind was back in the Countess’ lair; her body still tingled from the terrible torture and she was still aroused. Had she saved them or exiled them from paradise? She didn’t know if she’d ever be sure. She let Davie
