Keith“I would like to see her,” Olga insisted, “I have been looking for a new slave myself to help with keeping up the spirits in my parties.” I maintained the smile on my face, trying not to upset her, “then we shall send a call for slaves in the pack,” I said easily, guiding my wife away from Maisie’s door, “someone fitting for my Luna.”Olga laughed. It was a soft delicate laugh. “You are very nice, Keith,” she spoke warmly, her voice so soft that one could mistake her for a saint. “I would do anything for you, dear,” I said, “you know that, right?” She stopped walking suddenly and spun to face me directly, “I’ve always wondered if you could ever get over your first love.” Her voice sounded so sad that someone could mistake her tone for pitiful. But I was not fooled. I knew more than anyone that Olga, while she carried herself with the grace of a Luna, did not in fact have much in the way of empathy. But it did not matter, our marriage was one done out of convenience and not
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