When they got to the bedroom, Hayden reached for Myla’s hand, pulling her to him until she was standing between his knees. The wheelchair remained locked, unmoving, his presence a heavy, grounding force. He looked at Beck and Jared, his voice thick with authority.

“Though Myla is ready,” Hayden said, looking up into her eyes. “Tonight I want you to watch her come apart the way I'm sure you've been dreaming of.” He looked at Jared and Beck, smirking devilishly. "...and if I'm feeling ...