Even his orders can't prevent the silent shuddering moan that goes through her at those words. Those times she craved, were what she thought about when she was alone, banished from their presence. It would be impossible to believe that either archangel didn't know that, with how freely both insinuated themselves in her mind. She had no privacy.

But the cuffs brought a slight widening of her eyes. Another trick, another trap she'd made for herself, clearly. She nodded, once, and wondered just how many of the runewrought pieces she'd made had other uses besides those she'd been permitted to know.