I settled back onto the plush leather sofa, dreading this entire situation. The terrifying allure of Alpha Dawn's threat plus the mention of the handcuffs and the scorned safe word, 'Ice' had been brutally effective. And he knew that. Bastard!
Dawn watched me for a moment longer, his dark eyes assessing, ensuring my compliance. When I was firmly seated, he gave a curt nod, a cold look of satisfaction crossing his features. He then turned his full attention back to his Luna.
"Proceed, Odessa," he commanded, his voice returning to the flat, dismissive tone he reserved for her.
Luna Odessa took a slow, deep breath, visibly forcing herself to calm down. The frustration on her face smoothed into a practiced and slightly strained, composure. She moved from the doorway, taking a few deliberate steps closer to the desk, circling it slightly so that she was more in Dawn's peripheral vision.
