"Yes, Master." Samandriel fell into place easily, keeping himself half a step behind Carrick in a sign of deference he never would have bothered with if this were Mitchell. Mitchell never would've wanted him to.
He didn't like being touched like that, didn't like Carrick anywhere near him without something to protect himself with, but this was what he'd signed up for. Hopefully soon, he'd find some of the anger Carrick so wanted from him, though perhaps not until all the things the vampire had threatened him with came out.
Wings, he had to remind himself. He was hours away from the restoration of his wings. He could do this. He could pander and cater to Carrick the way the vampire desired, and when their time was done, Samandriel would leave. Sometimes, even Heaven could be as cold as hell.