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Dyande’s eyes flared with fire.
“What?” Albert demanded, chest puffed out.
Lyv grumbled something under his breath and grabbed Dyande, tossing her over his shoulder. “Stay here. I need to have a word with my mate.”
Albert stared Esther and I down. “They arenotto be trusted.”
Unfortunately, he had a point.
Chapter12
ARYS
“Captain?” Rothe asked, sanding off to my right.
I glared at him from my perch at the bar.“What is it?”
“Our threeguestshave gone missing.”
I sighed, waving the barkeep over. No, I was not partaking in spirits, instead I’d chosen to numb myself with a ridiculously sweet concoction. “Lyv has them.”
Rothe stared at me, likely from shock that I would allow my right hand to wonder off with our payload. The truth was, Lyv had not informed me of his plans and after I learned of them, I did not have it in myself to reprimand him. He’d been watching thehoomanz—I had been informed—for some time. He’d been stressing to me that the older female was a menace, the male a pain in the skull, and the sweet smelling one complaining ofboredom.
She was mine. No matter how much I wished to deny it, it was near impossible to ignore the pull to go to her side every eve. It wouldn’t be long before I caved to her allure. Hearing she suffered in any way, even fromboredom, was like inflicting pain on myself. If visiting with Lyv and his mate brought her any amount of joy, I could do nothing but allow it to happen.
I was a slave to this female and she was utterly unaware of it.
Even now, sitting in this brothel, dozens of scantily clad females on my peripheral, waiting for any sign from me to come crawling in my lap and…nothing.
This had never happened to me before. I’d never turned away company while visiting Loyobv and perhaps I’d even suspected this would happen before arriving, which was precisely why Idid. Whether I knew it at the time or not, it had been a test.
One that I ultimately failed depending on the perspective.
I wasn’t even that upset about it. Truly, all I could think about was my hooman. What was she doing? What was she thinking? Was she upset? Happy? Was she enjoying her time spent with Lyv and his mate or would she be happier to seeme?
I scoffed at myself, swallowing the last mouthful of foaming hotcaldetemilk. Rothe glared at me with disgust and any other given moment, I would have broken his jaw for that bit of disrespect but…
I sighed, glancing at the door to the tavern. I wanted to seek her out but could not think of a reasonable excuse to show up on Dyande’s doorstep.
“Should I not retrieve them?” He asked through bared fangs.
I shrugged, tipping the mug upside down, hoping for another sweet drop. “No,” I mumbled, slumping back. “I cannot face her while in this melancholy state.” That would behumiliating.
Rothe growled something before storming off. It was no doubt insulting and he likely needed to be disciplined for it, but I was already standing up, dropping a few coins for the barkeep, and marching out the door.
I was sick of myself. If I wasn’t to partake in the flesh of the Lyessan females, there was no reason for me to be moping while my crew blew off some steam.
Chapter13
LAYLA
That bastard was going to sell us. All along that had been his plan. I had no reason to feel any kind of hurt over learning that, but I definitely was feeling betrayed. The Loyobv were slave traders!
“Thatasshole,” I growled, irate. Dyande watched from her perch at a stone table, her eyes way too apologetic for someone who at least had the decency to warn us.
Lyv was slouched a few feet away, unable to meet our eyes. I was pretty sure it was Esther he was truly afraid to face. She had a sweet disposition ninety-nine percent of the time but if you crossed her…watch out.
Albert hadn’t spouted theI told you sojust yet, but I was betting it would come my way any moment now.
