“Good girl. She’s bait.” He slid his hand to her throat now, and squeezed gently, eased back far enough to search her eyes with his bright glowing gaze. “And here you are. Alone. Making me think of life in the wild. Making me think of breeding you. Dredging up my animal when I see the way you glare at the girls in this Crew. You want them to like you, Silver? Start with being honest with them. I don’t mind playing with a decoy. They’re not like me.”
