Afterward maybe she'd do some shopping for next Friday. She could get something sexy. And, oh, Dios, how did a person go about shaving private parts?
That master of the trainees was awfully demanding. Her lips curved. And she loved it. The way his voice would drop when he… Her gaze caught on the knitting basket under the chair. If Papa would have hated the girly hobby, what would he think about the Shadowlands?
Her skin seemed to chill. He'd had taught her to stand up for herself, to knock down anyone who tried to push her around. And here she was, almost begging someone to dominate her. Papa would hate her for this.
She lifted her chin. He'd taken enough from her life. He wouldn't take this too.
Andrea managed to get one step into the room when the noise of the Shadowlands burst over
