I refused to choose a side.
Not Kane.
Not Voss.
Not the fractured Council that once demanded Justin’s obedience.
I chose neutral power — the quiet, absolute dominion that existed only inside these walls.
I stood in front of him while he knelt.
The position had become sacred now. Thighs spread wide on the raised medical bed, hands clasped behind his back, back straight despite the violent trembling in every muscle. The calculated delay protocol kept him alive but never strong. His c**k hung heavy and flushed between his spread thighs, leaking in slow, rhythmic drops that glistened on the sheets. Sweat rolled down the hard planes of his chest. His golden eyes never left my face.
I stepped closer and rested two fingers under his chin, tilting his head up.
“Neutral power,” I said softly.
