Daniel appraised the situation with pursed lips, a scowl and narrowed brows. For a moment he was deep in thought. Then turning to Marcus, he said, “Well, then, let’s get her out and be done with it. How far is it to your Domme friend?”
“Three, four hours away, tops.”
“Good.” The gate at the far end of the dog pen was already open and Daniel marched out and headed down the grassy slope. This was no longer Marcus’ mission but his. His friend called himself a Dom and acted the part rather well when he needed to, but he obviously didn’t have the stomach for the possibilities that lay ahead with a confused and fractious young female who was about to be ripped from the life she knew and apparently loved. Daniel had been in this kind of position more times than he could count—all in his past of
