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‘Listen to this. ‘It is well known that the human female will sometimes need correction in the form of a spanking on the rump or teats with the hand until the flesh is red and sore. However, after discipline, some females, particularly those of young-bearing age, will be distraught and require physical release. The female should be bent over a table or other flat surface and, using one or two digits and one or both channels, brought swiftly to release at least once. The bud, as shown, should be rubbed gently if needed to facilitate this release. If no release is forthcoming, she should be taken to the nearest healer for expert manual stimulation or given to a nearby bull for no less than two hours.’

I let out a long breath. ‘Things certainly have changed.’

I chuck the book on the bed.

‘I’m glad the Harbinger’s not truly our slave. What a hassle!’ Grey mutters.

I make a noncommittal sound.

‘What is it?’ he asks.

‘The healer. I don’t trust him. He’ll likely make us prove that not only have we read this book, but also that we’re willing and able to follow its rules in a practical setting.’

‘You think he’ll insist on seeing us perform these … duties?’ he asks, glancing at me and then at her.

‘I do, and we should be prepared.’

He’s quiet for a moment. ‘We’ll need to prepare her as well. She can’t even look at our bare chests. How’s she going to fare if we have to …’

‘Manually stimulate her?’

‘Aye,’ he mutters, his ears going pink.

I snort at his chagrin. ‘If it’s going to be a requirement for leaving, then she’ll need to get over her embarrassment, and so will we. She’ll also need to pretend to be ours properly when the healer comes, or he’ll probably use it as a reason to take her from us, as we’re not adhering to the law.’

‘Do you think she’ll act the part of the good little slave just because we tell her to?’ Grey inquires with a frown. ‘Because I think she might sabotage us so she can escape.’

I raise a brow. He has a point.

‘Let her read the book,’ I say. ‘I have every confidence that she’ll understand quickly that coming with us is better than staying here in the eighth circle as a pampered pet.’

He grunts and goes back to his sewing.

‘Two weeks is a long time to be cooped up in here with nowhere to run,’ I say, giving Grey a pointed look when he stiffens and looks at me. ‘Will you be able to stay in control of yourself?’

‘I’ll be fine,’ he says, jabbing the needle through his shirt.

Hiding my doubt as well as I can, I grab the book and start reading it again just as she sits bolt upright, opens her eyes, and screams.

I jump to my feet to grab her, making sure the conjures binding her are still in place, but she’s already sinking back into the bed, muttering inaudible words and closing her eyes again.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I’m warm, warmer than I have been in days. That’s the first thing I notice. The second is that there’s someone next to me. I can feel them breathing, the slow rise and fall of their chest. I open my eyes, wince, and close them again, throwing my arm over my face for good measure as I groan.

‘I think she’s waking,’

‘Harbinger?’ Grey asks.

‘Lia,’ Kallum corrects.

‘Lia?’ Grey asks.

I uncover my face and crack an eye open. ‘No floor today?’ I whisper, realizing I’m in a bed and wondering what’s going on.

They’re selling me again!

My eyes are wide open, and I’m drawing away from whoever’s next to me. I see it’s Grey, and my gaze darts around the room, landing on Dane and Kallum, who are sitting close by. I realize I have no clothes on and pull the blanket up to my chin with a gasp.

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