Novalee closed her eyes. Felt tears streaming down her face.
Then crawled. On her hands and knees. Across the bed. Like an animal.
"No." James's voice was barely there. "No, no, no—"
"Yes," Dante said. Pleasure in his voice. "Three weeks of obedience training. She crawls on command. Sits on command. Services me on command."
Against the wall, Atlas closed his eyes. His hands still fists. Knuckles white.
He'd helped train her. Had participated. Had become part of this.
And now James was seeing it all.
He yanked the leash. Novalee's throat constricted. She gasped.
"Stop!" James was crying now. "Please stop! I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" Dante paused. Released the leash. "How much do you love her, James? Enough to watch? Enough to endure? Because that's all you get to do. Watch. And
