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be an exceptional lab assistant, quietly efficient, and yet from the way the two brushed as they moved, tuning the equipment, untangling leads and setting dials, it was obvious their intimacy involved the usual depth one would expect between vampire and servant. She was his, in whatever way he wanted her, and she didn’t seem to have any problems with that.
    However, Anwyn did detect a desire for something more in Debra. Though it wasn’t evident in Debra’s body language or expression, Anwyn didn’t need a crystal ball to know what longing drove Brian’s assistant. Being a servant required she give him everything of herself, yet accept however much or little Brian chose to give her, the right of a species that felt itself superior to humans. It was the root of the reason Anwyn had never capitulated to being Daegan’s servant when she was human.
    That thought made her gaze stray to Gideon. How, then, could she blame Gideon for fiercely maintaining that, third mark or not, he would not join her for a lifetime commitment in the vampire world? Would she want him to do so? See the proud man subjected to the things she knew happened there?
    The vampire blood in her already clamored that it wasn’t his choice, that it was hers. It scared her, how strong that voice was, how fiercely she wanted to hold on to that third-mark connection like an unbreakable chain She somehow already understood how Brian, born with such blood, didn’t even question that his servant was his to do with as he wished, no matter that she seemed to be devoted to that purpose for him.
    The human side of Anwyn, struggling valiantly to survive, wouldn’t countenance taking that choice from Gideon. She didn’t care what Daegan said about a third-marked servant being essentially trapped in the role for life, based on Council law.
    But she didn’t want to do without him, either.
    Well, there was nothing she could do with that for right now. Higher priority was making sure she didn’t drain Atlantis clientele during fits of bloodlust or rip off their heads. Complimentary drink coupons wouldn’t make up for that little faux pas.
    “So what do we need to do first?” she asked, trying to sound matter-of-fact instead of resentful and wary.
    Debra produced a folded blue gown, the inevitable open-on-one-side degradation. “This is so we can have access to the leads we’ll be taping at different nerve and pressure points.”
    It smelled like a lab, bringing the image of hospitals and silver, sterile instruments. Frightened lab rats, not knowing anything but cage walls and cruel procedures that denied their value except as tools.
    “Anwyn. Hey.” Gideon settled his hands on her shoulders again. “Can she wear an open shirt instead? Something familiar?”
    “Certainly.” Brian stepped forward. His voice was kind, firm, but his eyes were assessing her every reaction, increasing that lab rat feeling. “Miss Naime . . . or do you prefer Mistress?”
    “Only if you want me to tie you up and shove a vibrator up your ass.” She closed her eyes, fighting for calm, so she had no idea how he reacted to that. She needed to remember that Daegan had indicated many vampires didn’t care for humor. They often took it for being a smart-ass. Which, in this case, would probably be a fair accusation.
    “I want to call you what you’d prefer,” he said smoothly. “I understand this is difficult. This is a partnership between us, to determine how to stabilize you during your transition and further, if needed. Even through the measures we may have to take to protect you and others during your seizures, you have my respect. We’re here to help you.”
    “If anyone can help, he can.” Debra’s voice had her eyes opening again. The somber girl had a slim nose and a small mouth, her thickly lashed gray eyes packing a punch. Without those eyes, she might have been plain, a woman who dressed in comfortable shoes and slacks, which only accentuated the skinny body and