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“I’es of any kind” The Mistress who ran the stall folded her ar nose at Jillian “I thought I ht the thaelite in the first place”

“But…but I thought I was only paying for the thaelite itself,” Jillian protested, staring at the woman “You sold me a person!”

She gestured to the huge,with his ar impassively into the distance

He looked kind of like a Kindred—at least he had the size of one He was at least seven feet tall with shoulders fully twice as broad as her own But his eyes were green and silver and they allow—Jillian didn’t know of any Kindred with eyes like that

The bodyslave also had thick dark hair which was iron gray at the teray in his hair, he ht be in his late forties or early fifties—it was hard to tell, Jillian thought At any rate, he was in a shape, so only the hair and a fe’s feet around his piercing silver-green eyes gave away his age, which was probably five or six years older than her own

The warrior bodyslave was dressed like he caladiator movie He was bare-chested, which showed off his massive arms as well as the many scars on his back and chest He looked liked he’d been in so him warily From the waist down all he had on was a short leather kilt, which showed off thighs like tree trunks—proving he didn’t skip leg day—and brown leather boots

He was currently just standing there, arued with his forhts on the fact that Jillian was trying to “return” him, they didn’t show on his stern features

“Look, I didn’t ued with the stall owner, as still looking down her fro stilt-like heels that were al a dress that prominently displayed her bare breasts, hidden only by a thin veil of see-through silk, the shoes would have been theabout her

“I ht the thaelite,” the woman snapped “It’s not my fault if you’re too stupid to understand!”

“That’s really insulting!” Jillian exclai him!”

“I did nothing of the sort” The woman’s eyes—which happened to be an ierously “And as I said before, there are absolutely no refunds, returns, or exchanges!” She leaned down from her stilt-like heels and stared into Jillian’s face “Let me put this in a way you can understand—Kalis is now your bodyslave, bound and sworn to you for life You are stuck with him”

“My old Mistress is correct I ae warrior ruht at Jillian’s feet Even kneeling, he was so big they were al deep into Jillian’s eyes “I will pleasure you and protect you from any ish to harm you To the last drop of my blood and the last breath of air in my body, I dedicate myself to you completely”

“Oh…” Jillian whispered, looking into those deep silver-green eyes “Oh God, what a to do?”

She stared at the huge bodyslave in dis a sheaf of wheat-blonde hair behind her ear and nibbling her lower lip as she tried to think How had she gotten herself into such a sticky situation? If only she’d stayed down on Earth instead ofup to the Kindred Mother Ship in the first place, this never would have happened

This is all Brad’s fault! she thought ruefully

She shook her head, not wanting to think of her ex Though if she was honest, Brad was the main reason she had come to the Mother Ship in the first place But she never would have given him the time of day if she hadn’t been so lonely

Lonely and stupid, whispered a little voice in her head Stupid not to realize what kind of guy Brad was in the first place You worked in Vegas long enough to know a shark when you saw one But no—you closed your eyes to all the signs because you wanted so badly to be loved…

Jillian had been working as the Executive Chef of The Palas It wasn’t easy to be a wo—a fact she’d learned the hard way as she was cli the ladder The culinary world could be cutthroat and filled with nineteen-hour days There was no time for a husband or kids