Chapter 22

“I should love to, Sir,” Gabe said. They couldn’t dodge questions all night, although it was Sir’s will if they even were answered. But Gabe was getting nervous, particularly of the ones who wanted to touch him. He needed something to concentrate on, or he was going to shame Sir.

Just that thought helped calm him. He would not make Sir ashamed to have an ill-behaved sub.

He put one hand on the floor, preparing to rise as soon as Sir was ready.

Sir stood and faced the row of halls. “What do you think; do you want to watch a demonstration, or provide one?” He pointed toward the Wax Art and St. Andrew’s Cross rooms. It was an offering, Gabe knew, Sir’s way of checking in without seeming to.