“The chains aren't necessary,” she whispered, jerking against the restraints because she couldn't help herself. His brow lifted, arms crossing in front of his broad chest and she could feel him pressing into her mind, trying to enter. She rejected his attempt, blocking him with all her energy. Only one other had ever entered her mind, and that had been her father. He'd spoken to her in her mind, and taught her how to shield herself from intruders. She used those skills now. Somehow, giving that part of herself away felt like the ultimate invasion, and chained to a wall, she simply couldn't bear it. Drago's teeth ground together. “Trust me, little one. You must submit. Give yourself to it. Don't fight what you can't change.”He didn't give her time to answer. With a wave of his hand, hemotioned the men in loincloths forward. Suddenly, her clothes werebeing cut from her body, knives ripping away the silk and cloth withperfect precision. She could feel the hot breath of one of the men on her neck and shoulder.
