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The deeper I traveled into the belly of this underworld, the more intense the mood became. Fingers tickled my arms and legs, growing more bold. The darkness was too thick, the air too smothering. I couldn’t make Coulter out in the darkness. I couldn’t see anything.
Hands grew more insistent, grappling at my breasts and ass, lewd whispers pressed in my ear. Bodies packed tight against me, forcing me into a wave of indiscernible movement.
Fear sparked, smothering my lungs in a layer of cotton, panic crawling up my throat. “Coulter!”
My panicked words immediately dissolved in the chaos of the sweat and hunger surrounding my senses.
The cuff at my neck still urged me forward and I stumbled, trying to follow the unknown path as he urged me forward.
"Come to have a good time, little kitten?" A presence pressed into my side, a low, coarse voice in my ear. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his fingers sliding down my bare back.
"No, thank you."
There were rules here, of that I was sure.
Safe, sane, and consensual.
“That's not the safe word." Hands slid up over my ass, tugging my bottom with it and baring my flesh to the open air of the club. Lips pressed against my jaw as fingers trickled towards the space between my thighs. “You feel incredible, pussycat.”
I froze in panic, my terror making my feet like lead.
I couldn't speak; invisible claws tightened around my throat.
The only sound in my ears was my own heartbeat, pounding harshly in time to my rapid breathing.
The tugging at my neck turned into a harsh pull, jerking me out of my frozen state and into a firm chest. Fingers twisted into the collar, cutting off my air, stopping my panicked breathing. "Can't you see she's taken, asshole?"
The smell of cedar and suede surrounded my senses, overcoming the sweat and lust-filled air, replacing it with a warm and comforting feeling.
Safety.
I didn't need my sight to know that it was Coulter.
He affirmed it with his low growl by my ear, his fingers tugging on the collar at my throat. “Get the fuck away before I cut your dick off.”
"Oh shit, man. I’m sorry.” The same voice who, only a moment earlier had been coarse and crude, defended. "I can't see shit in here."
“Then you need to get your eyes checked." Coulter growled again. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulled me away, not acknowledging the man’s apology. As he hauled me off, his words echoed through the chambers of my mind.
Get your eyes checked…Get your eyes checked…
The hum of safety I’d felt at his reappearance dissipated, the sound of his derision reverberated through the skeleton of my body, clinking against bone after bone after bone.
Get your eyes checked.
Something I’d failed to do and was now paying the consequences for it.
Panic clawed at my throat again, tears rolling down my cheeks. I was losing my sight, with only a slight chance of gaining it back.
I had a genetic disease affecting my retinas. It would eventually affect my eyesight to the point where I would never see the sun in the blue sky, the twinkle of city lights, the bright colors of the flowers in a garden.
With losing my sight, I was also losing the very thing that connected me to my mother: our gardening together. It was almost as if I was losing her for the second time.
I was suddenly drowning.
A sinking mermaid in the depths of the inferno’s fiery ocean.
As we moved, Coulter clutched me so tight that there was no space between me and the prince leading me through his kingdom. It was only because of this that I made my way through the crowd.
