"Ah, yes, you are a spitfire. I bet you would love me to give you control, but I will not. At least not today." Ketan pushes her body back down into the bed. "What you think is insignificant is something major. I can tell, but I will wait for you to tell me, Little One, and I expect that to be as soon as possible, whether that is in six weeks or six months. You get me out of here, and I get your deepest secrets. Then you will get mine." Checking her legs, he sees a few more scars and bites his cheek. He licks the one on her right ankle.
Watching the seriousness, Brielle couldn't deny him even if she wanted to. "I want to refuse, but I don't have the power in me to do that. Just what have you done to me, Ketan?"
