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story. I got dosed by accident.”
    “Did you hurt anyone?” Her lips trembled. “It wouldn’t have been your fault under the influence. My Master didn’t mean the things he did to me. I have to believe that.”
    “We were in the middle of a big case. When it wrapped, I locked myself in my apartment for a few days. Called in sick to work until I felt normal again.” He rubbed his temples as he remembered the dreams, the voices urging him to find a partner, any woman, to slake his desire with. He’d like to believe he could have controlled himself. Like Razor and Izzy must have. But he couldn’t be sure.
    “You’re strong. A good man. A good Master.” The woman linked her fingers with his. He met her gaze when she squeezed his knuckles lightly. “Mine was too. Except for his weakness. He couldn’t fight it. In the end, he traded me to Morselli for a stash of Sex Offender he could never have afforded. He overdosed the same night, within hours. I never said goodbye. Morselli confiscated the rest of the drugs and refused to let me leave.”
    “Shit. I’m so sorry.” Jeremy knuckled another tear from the corner of one of her soft gray eyes.
    “Almost all the other women in the private holding cells had similar stories. Morselli is smart. He doesn’t touch the stuff. Unless it’s to use it for leverage. Power—from money, women or men—that’s what he’s after. Nothing matters to him but the rush from what I could tell.”
    “He made you suffer for resisting him.” Jeremy didn’t have to ask.
    “Nothing he did hurt as much as it would have to kneel for a man who didn’t deserve it.” She cringed. “I thought he’d destroyed my life. Everything I knew about myself, my Master, my nature felt like a lie. I was so lost. Ready to surrender. When you took charge of me, everything clicked into place. Apparently even months of torture couldn’t alter my wiring. You helped me rediscover myself. Does that mean I deserved what…happened to me? Am I responsible for the things I did to stay alive?”
    The hitch accompanying her genuine curiosity had him stroking her cheek in an instant. “Never. That’s bullshit.”
    “So why is it any different for you? You’re a worthy Master.” She covered his hand with hers. The drugs Lacey had administered in the drip bag began to kick in. Her speech slurred, and her lids drooped as he considered her wisdom.
    “I suppose it’s not. Thanks. I still wish I hadn’t added to your burdens.” He scrubbed his beard. “Can I ask you something?”
    “Yes, sir.” Her response came softer as she faded out.
    “What’s your name?”
    Her bright smile gave him hope she’d recover with time and care. After the horrors she’d borne, he respected her resilience.
    “I’m Zina.”
    “Nice.” He nodded. “Sounds like the warrior princess.”
    “Everyone says that.” She giggled. “I guess now it’s sort of true.”
    “It is. I’m Master Jeremy. If you ever need anything—”
    “Are you looking for a sub?” Her cheeks flushed a delightful pink.
    His aspirations lay within arm’s reach. He could care for this generous woman so easily. All he had to do was collar her. A Master without a slave was a pitiful thing. And still…
    Fuck him. Fuck his stubborn heart.
    “I’m sorry, no.” He petted her damp hair. “There’s someone…”
    “The woman from the club? The switch?”
    “What!” Thank God for the dim light. His pupils couldn’t have dilated much more.
    “The woman who performed tonight. I think her name is Lily.” Zina yawned before continuing. “I’ve met her a couple times. She’s nice. She snuck me food and medicine. Tried to help.”
    “Why did you call her a switch?” Jeremy’s heart pounded so hard he nearly missed her dwindling whisper.
    “Because you’re a Dom, through and through. If you’re interested… Plus, there’s something about her. She anticipates her slaves too well. She perceives too much.” Zina closed her eyes and