Caspian's entire body was shaking now, his voice cracking into barely controlled panic. "W-what are you saying?! Who summoned them?! I have been managing the situation! I have been handling the containment! I..."
"You have been following instructions," Jack interrupted ruthlessly. "Instructions from someone who convinced you that you were in control, when in reality you were simply executing someone else's agenda."
Near the center of the arc, Fauna Meridan leaned back in her chair, her knees pressing tightly together. Her hand slid beneath the fabric of her dress, her fingers tracing frantic, rhythmic patterns along her inner thigh. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes dilated, her entire body responding to Jack's absolute dominance with a surge of twisted arousal.
