Page 52 of Prison Moon

She turned back around and leaned forward. “He’s collared. Just leave it on him. If he can’t shift or produce fire, then he’s no more dangerous than any of the other criminals you have running around this place.”

That silent conversation between the two sun-gods was lasting too long. Sara began to fidget, anxiety and fear they’d kill Toren causing the back of her eyes to burn. “Your viewers will still watch us.” They turned to look at her. She remembered snatches of conversation she’d had with Kalethra when they’d been captured. Their viewers spied on them relentlessly, even while they’d had sex. If she had to whore herself out for cameras to keep Toren alive, then she’d do it.

She blinked back tears and swallowed the knot forming in her throat. “Have one of your orbs follow us. What’s more exciting than a caged dragon? You know he’ll be furious and I can tame him. It’ll take nothing more than a few soft touches. Charge extra for it if you have to, I don’t care. If blood and sex are what your viewers want—“

They realized what she was saying the moment the words were out of her mouth. Their eyes widened a fraction, their pupils dilating.

“Please.” She swallowed again and blinked back tears. “Please—don’t kill him.” One of those hated tears slipped past her lashes and she wiped it away angrily. “Please. I’m begging you. Just record us as often as you’d like. Follow us everywhere we go but please, don’t take him away from me. I’ll do anything you ask.”

Lathian’s eyes seemed to brighten at that. “Anything?”

“Yes. Name it and it’s yours.”