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sensations.
    “You will greet us in this manner each and every time, Adara, and when we demand it.” Silence greeted his pronouncement, but he felt her protest. She had much to learn about how they expected her to communicate.
    Her little nose was lightly freckled, the rest of her skin a creamy white, and her mouth full and now trembling. He didn’t want her to fear him but would demand her respect—when she wasn’t seeking his discipline—for he recognized the submissive in her if she hadn’t yet herself. Breaking through that proud veneer, for it was a veneer, brittle and unnatural, to help her become the woman she was intended to be, would be his honor. His profiler vibrated, and he checked the screen. We are blessed. Bring her home, brother, once you have communicated how important she is to us all.
    Thorn smiled and petted their woman’s head, sifting through the strands of her hair. His brothers were softer indeed and knew the first day with Adara would require a very firm hand. He would apply that hand with pleasure, and they would succor her when he took her home. Taming her would take much longer, but it was an excellent plan to start now. He lifted his palm and stepped back a pace, leaning to offer said hand to Adara. She looked at it for such a long moment he wondered if he would need to force his will on her for such a simple act, but she tentatively set her much smaller one in his and rose to her feet in one graceful move. She gave him a questioning glance.
    “I am Thorn Freestar. One of your Masters. You may speak, Adara. Someone has spoken to you of protocol, but unless I say otherwise, I expect you to talk to us. This situation is new to you, and perhaps overwhelming.” He thought he heard her murmur repellent but was well versed in choosing his battles and this was neither the time nor place to debate comments made under one’s breath. All the same he filed the comment away on her punishment list. Given the portent of her hair, he had no doubt it would be a long list, perhaps one requiring a board displayed in the pleasure room. It would be her responsibility to update it and check off the punishments once they were administered.
    His thoughts turned to the Dom who had used the brief time they’d allowed to give her some insight into the lifestyle he and his brothers lived. There was something about that Dom—Adara’s low, musical voice sounded, distracting him from his contemplation of Master Samuel. “I thought there were three of you.”
    “Indeed. Orion and Kellis are at the farm. There has been increasing outlaw activity of late, and we are nearing harvest. As the eldest I came to welcome you.”
    “Are we leaving soon?” The anxiety in her tone pitched it higher and dampened the musical quality.
    “There are some items to be unloaded and placed in our transport. We will wait in a room I have reserved, out of the heat. I wish to answer your questions, but more importantly explain your role here and outline the rules should you question them.” In truth he hadn’t thought to need the room, had only prepared it in the event the transport had been delayed. One didn’t travel at full dark on Virile. But given the prophecy of her iron will, he needed to take some time before they left.
    Her full mouth set again in a rebellious line, and her grimalkin eyes narrowed. Thorn wondered if she would like one of the feline creatures as a pet, just as he surmised that this lovely example of female had never truly been bound by rules. Well, she would follow theirs, not only for her pleasure, but also to keep her safe, and he would display the consequences of any breach of those rules as a precursor.
    “Come.”
    Green eyes flickered, but she didn’t resist the light pull on her hand and followed him into the shadowy recesses of the building. It might have been a relief to step from the heat, although she’d shown no antipathy towards the climate. However, it was late in the day with the suns