She looked up, expecting Lorcan to arrive, anal plug in hand, but it was not him who entered and sat next to her on the bed. It was Sacha. How she was free, Hannah did not know. She was supposed to be locked away, but somehow she was still able to hold the key to her own cage, flouting Lorcan’s law with increasingly brazen acts. “Hello, my sweet,” Sacha greeted her. It was strange to hear anything kind out of Sacha’s mouth, but they did share a bond now, and perhaps that made all the difference. It briefly occurred to Hannah that she should try to raise the alarm of Sacha being free, but she owed both Lorcan and Sacha something, and she would not betray Sacha. “What news do you have for me, whelp?” Sacha’s fingers teased kindly through Hannah’s hair, her touch vaguely maternal and comforting. “Lorcan is going to send you away for turning me,” Hannah blurted almost without thinking. “He says you broke pack law and you must go elsewhere.
