Chapter 8
Copper Coins
“Run, girl, run!”
A sharp smack to my ass of flesh on flesh rang in my ears and provided the motivation. As if I needed anymore. When I awoke from the previous session I found myself on a plushly carpeted floor, chained by the neck to Byron’s bed. Otherwise unbound I crept up and peeked over the edge to find Byron and Malina asleep in each others’ arms. I don’t know how much time had passed, as far as I knew it was still the same night, but Byron must have been super confident that he could waste so many hours out of a limited amount and still get me to convert. Yeah, sure. You go right on thinking that, you Dark Bastard.
But then he dangled an irresistible carrot.
“Well, hello, sleepy head.” He sat up, smiling, looking wide awake. “Ready to go on? Do a good job
