Morgana said coolly. “But the collar does need testing. We have to discover whether it will burn out, or somehow harm its wearer.” Percival glowered. “If you aren’t sure, you don’t need to be wearing it.” She shrugged, causing arousing movement of her lush, thinly veiled breasts. “Better me testing it than some child.” Not that the girls they Gifted were actually children, but compared to Morgana’s centuries, they might as well be. “So in other words, by collaring you and stripping you of your powers, we’d be performing a public service.” Cador’s eyes gleamed as his gaze flicked hungrily from the collar to her face, then down again to her nipples. His smile took on the twist that meant he was contemplating doing something sadistic to whatever female who was presently in his sights. Except this time, his target was Morgana. Percival’s hands curled into fists. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
