The tension in the dungeon had settled into a comfortable silence.
Leo sat back on the high-backed wooden chair, his legs stretched out, watching the woman he had just tamed.
Belladonna knelt at his feet, resting her head on his knee. Her eyes were closed, her breathing had turned slow and even. She looked peaceful, almost unrecognizable from the fierce Bandit Queen who had whipped Bane into ecstasy an hour ago.
Leo's hand idly stroked her raven hair, but his gaze had already drifted to the corner of the room.
To the girl hanging through the chains.
Shadow, the useless bodyguard of Ryana's who had woken up and watched him fuck the brains out of Bella.
Leo tapped Belladonna on the shoulder.
"Bella," he said softly.
Belladonna's eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him with adoration, "Yes, Master?"
"Get her down," Leo said, nodding toward the corner.
Belladonna frowned. She turned her head, her eyes narrowing as they landed on the unconscious figure of the assassin.
