road to transformation

The slaves were neither here nor there for Modesty, slaves required planning, you had to have somewhere to keep them, people to keep an eye on them. It had been a foolish decision on his part, and she wasn't surprised when they were gone. His offer to make Jael leave made her snort, her tone not nearly so angry as one might expect, almost even pitying. “So you can tuck her away somewhere and hope I don't find out? Don't be stupid.” Jael was one of the few actually working to improve the pack, and Modesty, though a possessive, monsterous bitch at times, wasn't about to punish one of the few that was making a real effort to improve things around the place.

“Truth is, I can barely stomach the thought of touching you, knowing you have feelings for someone else.” She shifted uncomfortably, uncertain they would ever get past it, and Abraxas knew the man didn't have enough braincells to be a mind reader. “So where else could that honestly leave us?”

“Speech.”