"I will never get enough of you, Raven, never. But you need to soak in the tub, and I need to feed." "Eat." She bent to fill the tub with hot, steamy water. "In English you use the word I'm not the greatest cook, but I could put something together for you." His white teeth gleamed like a predator's as he lit candles for her. "You are not here as my slave, little one. At least not in the domestic sense." His eyes watched without blinking as she knotted her hair on top of her head. It was unnerving, yet Raven's body tingled under the heat of his gaze. He held out a hand to help her into the large tub. The moment his strong fingers closed around hers, Raven had the peculiar sensation of being captured."