He gave me the space I required, going to the opposite end of the room. "You may speak," He said as though I awaited his lordship to give me leave to use my voice. Who did he think he was, anyway? Oh, wait. My owner.
My lips curled before I could stop them.
"What about?" I asked, raising my brows as I key his gaze. I had to study how I could go from terrified to brazen with him in mere minutes. Had a part of my brain sizzled, fried, and stopped working? I should focus on self-preservation.
"Everything," He enunciated, crossing his arms. Ola's bed looked like a footstool with his mass as he sat. Our beds were small and only an inch or two above the ground but never had they looked smaller than they did then.
"I braided Lucille's hair today. Then we sat and talked about how well Olivi
