Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do 'til you require.
Connal has met his boyhood sweetheart again, and convinced both himself and her that he's no longer interested in her. However, this plan failed to take into account that Rhea can see into his mind as clearly as he sees hers. Damn the luck. So he has to admit it to himself and her. Guess which is harder.
You're *what*?
In which Rhea knows a secret the matter of which Malle is just beginning to
suspect and Connal is blissfully unaware. Ah, fleeting bliss.
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