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Too much!
I scramble upwards with a squeal, trying to get away from his fingers, and Grey puts a hand around my waist to keep me from toppling over the back of the chair.
‘No,’ he admonishes Dane. ‘I just made her come. She’s sensitive.’ He slaps Dane’s hands away. ‘No more now. She needs rest.’
I sigh with relief as both of them step away, and I’m permitted to leave the chair. My face is hot as I stand in front of them awkwardly, my legs feeling wobbly as they look their fills of my body. I know it’s so that I’ll be more comfortable with it in front of the council, but I feel tears begin to leak from the corners of my eyes anyway.
I’m picked up by Kallum and taken to the bed. He puts me under the covers and lays next to me, stroking my hair from my face.
‘I’m sorry,’ I say. ‘I don’t know why I’m crying.’
‘Hush,’ he murmurs. ‘I know it doesn’t feel like it, but that was good.’
I relax under his ministrations as he plays gently with my hair, hoping that this will be over soon, and yet confused that a part of me yearns for more.
* * *
Her eyes are closed as I try to relax her, my fingers running through her long, soft hair that I’ve dreamed of touching at my leisure.
She’s not asleep, but her breathing is even, and she seems content to let me caress her.
I try to get myself under control, but watching Grey give her pleasure like that, and then him showing Dane how to do it … I stifle a groan and hear Grey snort from across the room.
I shake my head at him. He can pretend to be unaffected all he likes, but I saw him licking her essence off his finger. I noticed the rapture on his face as he tasted her when he thought I was asleep.
My eyes find Dane. He’s sitting at the table, his elbow resting on it and propping up his head with his hand. His eyes are unfocused, lost in thought. I frown, wagering he’s thinking about that harpy of a female he thinks he cares about so much back home. I’ll bet he doesn’t even realize how he looked at the Harbinger when his finger was buried in her tight cunt.
But I saw.
I don’t want to take her back to Varrik anymore, I’ve decided. If only I could convince the other two. Grey wouldn’t be too difficult to push in the right direction. But Dane still thinks that Fiana and her gilded cunt was the best thing that ever happened to him. Manipulative bitch that she is. He won’t listen to reason. I already know how he’ll react if I try to broach the subject now. It won’t go well. I need to bide my time and hope that over the next two weeks, his defenses break down and he realizes what I already know … and what Grey is beginning to realize.
The Harbinger should be ours.
I watch Dane give himself a small shake. ‘It’ll be tomorrow morning,’ he says, and I feel her tense next to me.
‘Tomorrow?’ She asks fearfully from under the covers.
‘Yes. Reyn will be planning something. He wants you, and if he can have you taken from us and put into his care, he’ll do it. The council will see us an hour before the Gate opens. We need to get it done by then.’
‘What if I can’t …?’
Dane smirks. ‘I don’t foresee a problem now. You’ve … done well, Harbinger. I’ll grant you that.’ He lets out a long breath. ‘But if it looks like things aren’t going to go our way, then we take our chances, kill the council, and run for the Gate.’
I grin, almost hoping for that eventuality. It’s been a long time since I had to fight my way out of a place on pain of death. I’ve missed the excitement over these years.
Oh,’ Dane stands up and casts a look at the lump under the covers that is the Harbinger, ‘I got you something.’
He throws a package on the bed, and she sits up, giving him and it a wary look. She pulls at the strings and opens the paper. A dark green linen dress, much like Gwennie’s, is inside. She pulls it up to see it, looking vaguely ill.
‘As Reyn suggested,’ Dane sneers at no one in particular. ‘It’ll be easier than your tunic and trousers, especially if they want to,’ he clears his throat, ‘examine you.’
Her expression shutters, and she gives a small nod.
‘I suggest you channel your inner Gwennie starting as soon as we leave this room tomorrow morning. Act the way she did. Be enthusiastic and helpful and meek as she was, the perfect slave according to the law.’
She gives an even smaller nod. She doesn’t speak again, but I feel her quiver next to me.
We have a light supper of meat and potatoes from the inn downstairs. The Harbinger eats little despite me trying to coax her to finish her plate, but I don’t press her. I know how frightened she is of the morrow.
