Andrew’s cross. Her thoughts were a riot of confusion, her desires a contradiction of imperatives. Jubal knew there was treasure. He had to be a dragon and yet he hadn’t made a move on Miles, hadn’t sent Nisien to retrieve the star ball. He’d concentrated his efforts on her instead. Been the master she’d dreamed of having and confirmed with his words, accompanied by the sense that he was talking about life away from the club scene, that he was right for her. Becoming a man’s property and giving herself over to his keeping was a path to true intimacy, to arriving at a level of trust that transcended any she could find in a vanilla relationship. It confined her world, blocked out the worries that came with caring about so many other people, and allowed her to be fully attuned to her own needs as well as her master’s. She wanted that with Jubal, yearned for it. Craved not only the sense of belonging that would come with the joining of his body to hers, but with wearing his collar and being subject to his demands at home.
