Sprawled lazily on the couch, Daemon swirled the glass of brandy as he looked out the window.
From here, he couldn't see Draega's buildings; only the full moon in a summer night sky sprinkled with stars. He could almost believe he was back home, with Manny.
The woman asleep on the bed stirred, shattering his momentary reverie. She was too focused on his naked body to notice the contempt and anger in his eyes, before he hid them behind an icy mask.
"Give me your best, slave."
The room grew colder; vanishing the glass, the Sadist rose. "As you wish."