I want my glasses."

"No." The absent way he said it, as if she didn't have a choice, set off an odd shimmer in her bones. He regarded her soberly. "You're scared without them? More than being bound to a table?"

"I'm trying not to think about bondage," she said grumpily.

He grinned, swift and wonderful.

"And yes, I'm scared. What if something happened, like a fire?" She wouldn't be able to find her way out. "Or a terrorist attack. Or zombies."

He chuckled. "I do like submissives with imagination.

Autore: Cherise Sinclair