Anon glared at Keegan from across the room, watching him struggle against his bonds. “You know better than to anger me,” she sneered.

Keegan grunted, his muscles straining. He muttered a curse, acknowledging her skill in tying knots. This unexpected power dynamic was both thrilling and frustrating. He usually dominates their interactions.

“It was work,” Keegan insisted, “I wasn’t flirting.” Anon approached, forced open his mouth, and gave him a pill. With a final glare, she left him to its effects.