“I see you brought whores. Which one of them is for me?” Dariana said, “That would be me, your Grace.” Isault saw the disturbing grin on her face and turned to me. “Why do I get the feeling that this nasty little creature has things other than my pleasure in mind? Perhaps she would enjoy it more if I bound her hand and foot first?” Her expression changed instantly. “I would delight in your attempt, your Grace.”
