“Clean your own shit.”
“Uh.” The salty, pungent taste exploded in Callum’s mouth and he greedily lapped at it. Adrian leered.
“I knew it. You are such a slut. I bet you’ll bend under order, especially before a royal prince like Deaglan Ó Catháin. Huh. I wonder if bringing him here with us will make it easier for you to tell me about the ink.”
Adrian pulled his clean fingers from Callum’s mouth and replaced them with his little finger and then thumb for Callum to suck. Callum merely complied. He wondered if he would ever get away from the place. He gasped when Adrian pulled his fingers out.
“I don’t know what royal prince or this ink is that you’re talking about. Perhaps you even have the wrong person.”
“I don’t have the wrong person,” Adrian snapped, leaping up from Callum’s body. “Yo
