That wasn't at all what Moyset had said. To hear him talk she didn't have any claim over herself anymore and he had complete control. It didn't surprise Sparrow to learn that he hadn't told her the whole truth. The Shade's distaste didn't seem focused on her, at least. She stayed still while he petted her, feeling rather like a lost puppy.

"Why do you need me strong?" she asked as they made their way toward the house. "If my m-- if he said I was, he was lying. I was the weakest he had." She didn't know how long she'd stayed with Moyset, but it hadn't been long enough to learn or refine any skills but the sexual. And she was a succubus, so that didn't make her anything special.

When they get to the bedroom, things felt more manageable. She understood sex, she understood taking orders, and had been reaching to peel off her coat when the Shade ordered her not to move. "I understand, sir."