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I look up in time to catch the solid clenching on his jaw, the muscle flexing over and over. His eyes close slowly. Fast breaths pump his chest. What could Kane be saying right now? Or feeling?
19. The Welcome Committee
They find us dripping wet on the cobblestone. And they aren’t gentle.
It’s as if finding us is a personal victory. A personal vendetta to make us suffer.
At first, Dessin humors them. Makes a solid effort to look surprised, caught off guard, as if they managed to sneak up on him. He even fights back, putting a tenth of the effort into what he’s capable of in his punches. But they “overpower him,” managing to lock him in a new set of shackles. They’re different, though. Heavier. Thick, weighted brass. The chains lace around his waist, down to his ankles, around his neck.
He doesn’t look surprised that they upgraded. But he fakes a look of begrudging defeat.
That part is easy. The acting rolls smoothly off his broad shoulders and furrowed brow. It’s all part of the plan. An effortless shift in power from Dessin to the five guards.
Until one of them yanks down my wet breeches, revealing a black lace thong from the Nightamous Horde.
“What do we have here?” The guard laughs, turning me around to show his friends—and Dessin—my bare ass. “Has he been dressing you up like his whore?”
My lungs turn to ice. I shift my head around enough to see Dessin’s eyes widen, jaw flex. His eyes dart from my backside to me then back to my backside.
“Stop,” I mutter, half commanding, half pleading.
“Your little boyfriend has made us look pretty bad for letting him escape.” The guard still holding the back of my breeches turns his attention to me with a predatory smile. “How do you think we should punish him?”
The other guards laugh. But Dessin is a towering tree. Unmoving. Unflinching. Godlike as he decides what to do with their meaningless fate.
“Should we,”—he plucks my thong, snapping it over my skin—“play with you in front of him? Show the bastard you’re not his property anymore?”
“No,” I choke out. Damnit. He’s going to have to blow his cover before we’ve even started. I want to swat the guard’s hands away, but my wrists are shackled just like Dessin’s.
The guard glances back at Dessin. “What do you think? Would it upset you to see me play with her pussy?”
I panic. “No!” I scream. My body thrashes against his hold hard enough to knock his hands away from me. But only for a moment. Two guards rush over, holding me steady, leaving Dessin’s side, which, of course, is a mistake on their end.
I glance back at his silent fury again. Though he isn’t moving, there’s a current of feral alpha energy buzzing under his tan skin. A murderous frequency behind his cold stare.
Calm down! I tell myself. They’re not going to do anything. They’re bluffing!
But I sink into a pit of fear as a clammy hand cups my most sensitive skin. The important area that my thong covers. And he’s glaring at Dessin as his hand strokes over the lace.
“Think I can make her come with my fingers, Patient Thirteen?” he taunts, pinching my clit through my thong. I wince, turning my face so Dessin can’t see. “Or should I pull out my cock to finish her off?”
That’s it. We’re done. I wait for Dessin to detonate.
“Unhand her!” A voice of authority booms through the night, bouncing off the cobblestone street. It’s familiar. Stern with an aged tone. The metal clap of a buggy door shutting forces the men to let me go after they pull my breeches back up.
As I turn around, a short figure steps under the light of the nearest streetlight post. Dark skin, short white hair, a pin-striped suit, and a thick wooden cane under his right palm.
Lyoness. The head council member that was the deciding vote for Dessin’s life.
He glares at the guards, one by one, examining the situation. “What might have happened if I hadn’t shown up?” he asks them, voice rough and creaky.
No one answers.
“Get them to Emerald Lake,” he barks. “I’ll deal with the five of you later.”
I don’t miss the quick latching of Dessin’s shackles before we’re herded into a prisoner’s buggy. Despite the terror that had a hold on me moments ago, I want to laugh.
He’s already found a way out of their upgraded security.
