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large sixty five foot yacht with the cargo bay open. They drove up to it and then into the cargo bay. The door started to close as they turned the engine off.
    Caleb hit a button at the wall and an intercom buzzed. “Lister? Emergency cast off if you please.”
    “Aye sir. Five minutes.”
    He turned to Shade and smiled. “So a drink? I swear there’s no roofies involved, and you can give me the whole sordid story, and we can figure this out, including how to get that fucker off your wrist.” He already had an idea but it would be tricky.
    "I could be doing with a few roofies." she smiled wearily. "In a way you did start at the last chapter. I did say in another time we would have been wonderful together. I'm getting married. My father needs allies more than he needs me and let’s face it, he doesn’t need me that much. 
    “ I've avoided it this long you know and I became pretty adept at steering away from it but he got wise. Actually his latest wife's gotten wise to it. This," she raised her hand shaking the cuff with a sneer. "Is a present from my husband to be, isn’t it sweet? He's a fucking child. Barely twenty apparently with an animal fetish, and it never happened before you say anything. Not to mention the fact he's already littered the world with bastards and he's rarely away from his mother’s side. Controlling bitch.
    “ It hurts. I mean I'm hardly discreet but I’d think to rate better than that. I can work with him though, not the direction I was hoping for but a life at court isn’t a death sentence." 
    “That sounds unpleasant all around.” He said as he took her hand and led her up the stairs to the living quarters. They walked into the main living room and he went to the bar and pulled out two glasses. “Jesus Christ this isn’t the dark ages. Women aren’t cattle anymore.” He pulled out a bottle of Johnny Walker Black and poured two glasses. “Darlin you are boned. Hard.”
    She snorted, "You got that right, as for the dark ages when was the last time you were in the Afterverse? That’s just what the place is. I have it figured, I just need to get this thing the hell off."
    “Yes well…” he brought her a drink and sat next to her on the large leather couch. “I think I might have an answer to your issues, but you probably are not going to be all gung ho for it.”
    But he was, oh lord was he. Life with her wouldn’t be dull, and the best he could hope for in a female companion was that she didn’t bore him. Shade has issues, issues that could keep him entertained for ages.
    Her eyes narrowed suspiciously but jiggled the cuff again. "Try me."
    “I’m sure you know how a Djinn’s powers work. Three wishes for 100 years of sexual slavery, a binding so to speak. We bind, you can wish that goddamn thing off, as well as two other things you could use to ensure your freedom, and then spend the next 100 years hanging out with me, gambling.”
    "Bless you, you have a  hero complex." she sipped her drink. "I'm not sure you want to do that though, not for me. I don’t need saving. I'll bend the kid to my ways and if he doesn’t bend I'll have him killed. Five years max." 
    Caleb shrugged. “Suit yourself. I don’t have a hero complex Shade, I do come out on top with that one. Beautiful demon at my sexual beck and call for 100 years? Not aging, never wanting for a damn thing and your little issue gets taken care of. Small price to pay for freedom, but hey, don’t mind me.”
    "It 's not that, we'd be doing it for all the wrong reasons. 100 years is a pretty long time when you think about it. It won’t be all betting and fucking, there’s social functions and parties. Plus my biological clock will have kicked in by then and you're hardly going to help me raise a gaggle of screaming kids now are you?" She touched his cheek lightly, knowing that would send him running for the hills. "Let me think about it."
    Caleb gave her a hearty laugh. “Shade , you don’t want help