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I lower my gun and stare, helpless, at our girl being subjected to this lewd and archaic ritual.
“It’s ok.” There’s a softness in her voice as she keeps her eyes trained on me.
Ivan moves around to stand beside her head, and runs a finger from her sternum tattoo right up to her throat. “So obedient. So pliant.”
My stomach flips at the sight of his hand daring to make contact with her bare skin. “While the designated power of the Noire lineage is not yours, yet, I can see that she will be the perfect subordinate for you, Calliano. You’ve chosen well.”
I’m imagining every way possible to hack his arms off. Then I’ll feed them to him as strips of flesh.
But his filthy fingers keep wandering along the length of her exposed figure.
All we can do is stand there, frozen and tortured, when he runs two fingers across the tops of her breasts and begins to murmur phrases in an old language as he drags over her skin. Maybe he’s speaking Latin, maybe it’s the devil’s fucking tongue itself, but either way, I don’t care. Sweat beads on my forehead, and I’m about two seconds from giving into the rage consuming me.
She belongs to me. Foxglove Noire is ours.
Only the three of us get to touch her.
“Keep your eyes on me.” My words feel like gravel and chipped stone between my teeth. I’m begging her with my stare locked onto hers to just hold on. To know we will get through this monster’s twisted gamesmanship.
Out of the corner of my eye, Ivan watches me the whole time. Guzzling down every flicker of reaction that I fail to conceal behind my mask.
I know this is his way of getting me back for the night of the auction. The night he desired her and lost.
This explains the urgency of this meeting today. It also explains why there are so few of the council present. No doubt, these are all his personal friends from within the ranks of the Anguis.
This isn’t part of the plan, and yet, there is nothing I can do because he’s connected to the very scum we are about to destroy.
If I give into the emotion I’m raging with, everything we’ve suffered will have been for nothing.
Each of us is an inch from losing it as we endure witnessing his actions. Acid rises in my throat as I tighten my grip around the base of my lowered gun.
He wanted his chance to publicly humiliate me. To lay hands on our girl right in front of us, in the very place where he knew there was nothing we could do without guaranteeing a death sentence should we dare retaliate.
I see her grimace as his fingers carve a sickening path down the softness of her stomach, still pressing and touching her in the most harrowing display possible. She flinches as he reaches her lower stomach, and I’m so fucking sorry for all of it. For everything. Regret drowns me as Ivan continues his vile progress.
The moment he lays a hand over her covered sex, Ky has to grab hold of Ven. Frenetic violence threatens to erupt out of all of us, laying waste to this entire chamber. There’s a dull roar in my ears as I struggle to remain standing.
Baby blue eyes hold my own, and even behind her mask, I can see her agony at the way he’s defiling her right out in the open. Just like her father had always threatened.
She’s so fucking strong, and this is all my doing.
My heart is trying to crawl out of my chest and get to her. What if he goes further? What if he violates her even more than this? Can I live with myself weighed down by guilt that I let that kind of thing happen to my girl?
As I’m about to lose my goddamn mind, he stops. But not before giving me a look that tells me he’s enjoying every second of this fucked up power-play.
A look that says he’s done me some kind of favor by not molesting her with his repulsive fingers.
“Wonderful. Thank you, Miss Noire.” Ivan says the words like she’s pleased him somehow, and it makes me want to be sick. All the memories of my own past are floating close to the surface after witnessing his inspection. Unwanted soft caresses and squeezed flesh. Perfume suffocating me as I was held down, unable to speak or move.
He adjusts his robes and stands beside the altar, seemingly content that he’s torn all of our chests open with his disgusting excuse for a ritual. “You may cover yourself now.”
This chamber reeks. All I can smell is death and the rotting corpses this place has been founded on. Foxglove sits up, trembling, and wraps her dress hastily around her. Folding in on herself as she fumbles with the ties. I’m right there beside her now, taking over to secure it for her as her hands drop into her lap.
My only care is how to remove her from this shithole as fast as possible and scrub every last hateful vestige of this place from her perfect skin.
“I’m going to get you out of here.” The words taste poisonous on my tongue. Right now, I’m trapped in a world where I’ve set fire to everything around me, and the house of cards I’ve built with my brother is an inferno raging around my ears.
“We have one final matter, before you are free to leave…the council has an issue to attend to.” Ivan gestures in the direction of the doorway we entered through.
