Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
Summer’s mouth twitched a little, as if she was concealing a smile. “You have a very good point,” she said gravely, instead. “I will bear that in mind. Will you come with me now to see Spring, or would you rather eat and sleep some more?”
“I don’t think I need to sleep more just yet,” he murmured. He’d caught sight of a clock. It’d been almost 12 hours that he was asleep. He didn’t know how long she’d been sitting in his room.
“You just really don’t feel comfortable with deciding what to do for yourself yet, do you?” It could sound condescending, but she kept her voice grave and gentle, eyes calm and expression kind. “First, I want you to eat.” She tapped the edge of the tablet against the tray in emphasis. “Then, I want you to take a shower. Don’t worry about using up all the hot water. I’ll come back in half an hour or so to check on you. Is that okay with you?”