“Do I have to have sex with her?” He blinked at my question, taken aback at how abruptly I asked it. Calcaria’s laughter filtered through the room again and Mael shot her a warning look. “Not necessarily. A thrall is just—it’s like a sensation, a power that floods you with heightened feelings. Like ecstasy—” “Been there, done that! Come on, why not?” Was I whining like a five year old trying to get some candy? Yes. Did I care? Not even a little bit.
