"Better than imagined, Master." Her voice dropped, low and a little hoarse, still humming with the lingering pleasure of his strokes. "Better than we originally intended."
Phei's eyebrow lifted in silent invitation as his fingers continued their slow, patient journey through her hair.
"Now you've piqued my curiosity," he murmured. "Do tell, my dear."
A small smile curved her lips against his thigh. She inhaled him in again before she said; "Well… you sent me to investigate, to see if we could break the witch out if the circumstances allowed. Right?"
"Exactly that was the plan, my dear." He nodded.
That had indeed been the mission he had given Cassiopeia after learning everything about Danton, the Maxtons, and the other families' schemes. He had wanted to steal the witch away to ensure their plans against the girls would fail, though he had known they had prepared in advance.
Still, claiming a Lesser God was hardly a loss.
