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I, Sir?” Brie asked.
    “Of course.”
    She walked to Celestia’s side and knelt beside her, grabbing her hand. “How are you? I was so scared when I heard what had happened!”
    Celestia’s angelic voice was as pure as Brie remembered. “I am doing well, Miss Bennett. Marquis is overly protective of his sub. He won’t let me do anything while I recover.”
    “Doctor’s orders,” Marquis corrected.
    Celestia smiled up at her Master. “You take good care of me.” He offered his hand and she kissed it tenderly.
    It was sweet. The two had a special bond Brie adored.
    “It is good to hear you are well, Celestia,” Sir said kindly. “You are greatly admired and your bad health was a distress to us all.”
    Celestia bowed her head. “That’s very kind of you to say, Sir Davis.”
    “Miss Bennett,” Marquis said, “I hear you have had issues with Mr. Wallace since the collaring ceremony.”
    She looked at him warily, only nodding when she glanced into his perilous eyes. They penetrated her to the core.
    “I’ve spoken to him once and we will be meeting with him as a panel while you are in Russia. He is in significant need of direction. However, I can’t help but wonder what you feel for the young Dom.”
    She looked to Sir before she spoke. He nodded, so she answered Marquis openly. “I care about Mr. Wallace, but only as a friend.”
    “That must stop.”
    She looked at him in shock. She was about to protest, but remembered his position and asked respectfully, “May I ask why, Marquis Gray?”
    “He cannot distinguish the difference. He is convinced you feel the same and will not be able to move forward if he continues to receive mixed signals from you.”
    Sir put his hand on Brie’s shoulder, stating, “I’ve already told her what to do if she encounters him again.”
    “I am not talking about that, Sir Davis. I am talking about her private thoughts. I personally believe those connections are equally potent. Even the simple act of dwelling on Mr. Wallace continues a link that needs to be severed. Until he is in control of his emotions, you should banish all thoughts of him.”
    Brie thought Marquis was being overdramatic, but then she thought back to the many times she had fantasized about Sir during her training. She’d felt a very real connection to him then, and look at them now…
    She glanced at Sir, not wanting to commit to anything he did not agree with.
    Sir addressed Marquis. “Although I doubt Brie will have any thoughts of the boy while we are in Russia, I believe it is a valid point.”
    Brie nodded to Marquis. “Then I will sever my thoughts, Marquis Gray. I don’t want him to hurt anymore. Faelan deserves a fresh start.”
    “Fine.” Marquis looked down at Celestia lovingly. “I believe my sub is due for some sustenance.”
    Sir inquired, “May we have free rein of your kitchen?”
    “Certainly.”
    Sir guided Brie into the immaculate kitchen. He looked through the refrigerator before giving her directions. “It looks like you have all the necessary ingredients.” He shut the refrigerator door and faced her. “I want you to create the best damn omelet he’s ever eaten.”
    Brie felt her stomach sink to the ground. Her worst nightmare! Cooking an omelet for Marquis? “Only if it pleases you, Sir,” she replied, stating her reluctance respectfully.
    He chuckled. “It pleases me.”
    Her sigh was heavy when he left the kitchen. An omelet for Marquis… Oh, the humanity!
    Brie gathered the needed ingredients, including his favorites: green onion, bacon, and Swiss. She counted out the eggs and noted there were only enough to make three omelets. She hoped it would be unnecessary to use them all.
    While the others talked in the adjacent room, Brie set to work. There was a sense of excitement, despite the fear. She knew how to cook this omelet and if Sir wasn’t willing to partake of her skills, at least Marquis could.
    It only took two tries to make a perfect omelet. Sir had