Command of the Wolf
In contrast to the viciousness of her words, Lyall stroked the shampoo gently through Moon’s hair.
“Aye, right. Then why do you want me?” Moon demanded, although his voice was rough with tears.
Then he yelped, as Lyall tugged him back and dunked him under the water.
Jeremy whined.
When Lyall pulled Moon back up again, she smiled sweetly. “There, isn’t that better? Just trying to make sure that the shampoo doesn’t sting your beautiful eyes.” Then she leaned closer. “And I want you, wee Om, because you’ve always been mine — my promised soon to be king. Stop your fussing. If you’d
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