Dex tried to cover it slightly, but Lucas saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down and saw the solitary bead of sweat that slid down the young man’s temple.

There is no comfortable touch because Ema’s touch could be as horrifying as they are alluring.

“What would you have us do next, my lady?” Lucas aimed this query at Ema, and it made her redirect her focus from Dex.

Ema’s smile grew, displaying only a small portion of her fangs. “Nothing for now. You have done a terrific job, my trusty pets. Go home, eat, drink, and be merry.

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