She went with him, not sure why her body seemed willing to go..or why he responded to his touch.  He had raped her..she should hate him.  Yet...yet she found she could not.  Smoothing the dress over her body as the walked passed others like him sleeping, Reanna showed no fear.<br/><br/>Stopping before the cell she stared at Duke.  No reaction played on her face or her eyes. Instead she merely stared at him, as if not recognizing who he was..or caring for that matter. That was a different time..a different her.  Even the duke's anguish and rage elicited no reaction from her.<br/><br/>Following David to his throne, she allowed him to easily pull him onto his lap.  Getting comfy didn't bother her either and his bot breath on her ear sent shivers of pleasure down her spine.  Reanna moaned and tried to focus on the word mate.