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“I’m assuming you're taking the honeymoon suite with your new bride,”
“Shut the fuck up and give me the key,”
“Sure boss,” still smirking, Thorn winked at Talia. “Have fun.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Hot water on icy skinburned.
Avoiding the water, Talia stood in the shower’s corner. The warm steam billowing around her had finally stopped her body’s shivering. Pressing her head against the cool tiles, she took a deep breath, trying to think.
She couldn’t remember how long they had been on the road for. Or when they had gotten to the hotel. The events of the day seemed like a hazy dream. What the hell was wrong with her? She had never been sick in her life. She could barely think.
It had to be the drug. Something he had given her to make her weak or docile. All she knew was that she hated being weak. It was more than pathetic; it was useless.
At least this time, she was alone in the bathroom. He wasn’t standing by the door with his demonic eyes following her every move. He had come in with her, locked the window, handed her a towel and left all without a word.
Testing the water on her skin, Talia made herself stay under the warmth until the small pinpricks of ice stopped burning under the heat. She stood under the showerhead, letting the warm water wash over her hair, and tried to blink back the tears that threatened to fall.
How she wished she was anywhere else but here. Pushing her hair off her face, she squared her shoulders. She refused to let them win. It was just a matter of time before she found her moment. And when she did, Hyde wouldn’t find her a second time. She needed help. Hiding would not be enough.
This time she would go to Saint Louis, where the biggest coven in America was. They owed this vampire king no allegiance. And with her grandmother’s help, they might accept her as one of them. Safety in numbers.
Steam filled the bathroom as she turned off the shower. Stepping out, she wrapped the towel he had hung off the door handle around her now warm body.
Talia sighed as she glared at the bundle of wet leather she had kicked onto the floor.
She hadn’t thought about what she would wear now. She bent down to pick up the black lacy g-string Thorn had brought her, examining the delicate fabric. At first, she had been angry about his choice of underwear. Until she had worn leather for most of the day.
But now wrapped in a towel, the small wet flimsy material offered more protection than a wrap.
Furrowing her brow as she thought. She held the underwear in front of her. She quickly glanced at the door before reaching for her magic. A quick spell to dry the underwear would let her know if his drugs were still working.
She reached for her power, calling on its warmth to fill her.
“Sicco,” she whispered the word softly into the steam-filled air. Her grandmother had insisted she learn Latin. As a child, it had helped bolster her fledging magic. She no longer needed it every time she cast. But a crutch of any kind right now was welcome.
