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With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

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"You all are fucking people you don't love. I bet you don't love even half the people today who fucked you." She was right, of course. I loved four people in the way Master meant. My Master, my two sister slaves and my son. After that, came my parents. I was quite fond of Lucia and Zoe. I was becoming better friends with Shasta and beginning to accept her dominance over me in the work place. That left a lot of other people who'd fucked me recently I merely liked, some I didn't even know, like Lester and Rodrigo. But there was a difference.

Or that he would. After tossing and turning for a bit Izzy sighed. “I don’t suppose you have any stories that you could tell me? I can nay seem to sleep.” “I’ve no practice with bedtime stories. I don’t think anyone ever told me any.” “Yer mither did nay tell ye stories or sing ye to sleep?” “My mother died a few days after I was born.” “Oh. I’m sorry.” “I had a few stepmothers, but I don’t recall any of them doing that either.”