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“Is it to your liking?” Mr. Mal Vee asked. “Would you like champagne?”
“Please,” I replied kindly as I wandered into the room. “We’ll need extra towels.”
He snickered deviously while clapping his hands twice. The slosh of ice came first, followed shortly by the appearance of a tin bucket and a bottle of champagne. Two glasses materialized on the snack table along with a pile of towels that appeared to be quite lovely. It trulywasa lovely setup, if only it weren’t being used for nefarious purposes.
Mild panic set in as I searched my mind for something to say. I asked my companions who were located at the front of the building.
Izdor replied,Ask about her virginity.
I nearly choked as I snapped,Why in the world would I do that?
I saw it in a movie once, he reasoned.Just try it.
“And the lady?” I asked as I turned to face the devil man. “Is she…intact?”
He frowned and bowed his head. “Ah, my apologies, sir. She’s been broken in.”
“No matter,” I said with a shrug. “I suppose experience goes a long way.”
The tip of my tongue tasted like rust. To speak of a woman in such a fashion made me ill. Even Estaria didn’t have such backward practices. War, yes. Stolen goods, certainly. But the selling of bodies in this manner? It was utterly deplorable. No wonder she had cast her disgust upon me. I would have done much the same.
“Well, if everything is good for you, sir, it is simply a matter of payment now,” Mr. Mal Vee stated while rubbing his forefinger and thumb together greedily. “How would you like to pay?”
Coming in hot, Izdor said.
Wordlessly, I extended my right hand and caught the paper bag that Izdor had transported to me. Without peeking into the bag to see what was inside, I used the remaining sparkles around the bag to perform my glamorizing charm, transforming whatever had been occupying the container into physical cash.
Mr. Mal Vee excitedly accepted the payment. As soon as he had inspected the contents, he snapped his fingers, inviting the large man to accompany Macy into the room. Another man walked with them authoritatively; he had a leather tan and beady auburn eyes that peered at me insidiously.
Both men held some part of Macy, possessiveness pouring through every movement. She didn’t shoulder them off, though I gathered that she was in urgent need of hitting something. Her energy spiked in every direction with sharp oranges and reds, flames emitting animosity at the two men on either side of her in particular.
Are those her captors?I asked myself, keeping my thoughts guarded from my companions.Are they the ones who sold her off?
Mr. Mal Vee smiled like the sneaky devil he appeared to be. “Many thanks for your patronage, sir. I will be organizing the payment with these fine gentlemen. Once everything is in order, I will return with your stamp of purchase.”
Rick dug his fingers into Macy’s upper arm. The urge to attack him was strong—and came from both me and the wolf woman. But I knew better than to start the fight now. We would barely make it out the door alive, if at all in one piece. It was best to let it simmer, to let things slow down in the background.
The three men filed out of the room. Last to leave was Rick, with a surly glare in my direction and a longing glance at Macy. Once the door was shut, the knob clicked, indicating that it had been locked. Easy enough to pick that knob with magic. Did they truly think they could keep a being such as myself in here?
But I didn’t have time to think about the plan. I couldn’t stop staring at Macy, at the beauty she presented in such a gorgeous evening gown. Unlike the sparkling glitter she’d worn on stage, this one reminded me of midnight waves on the ocean. It glittered with a bluish hue and tiny specks of diamonds, the fabric appearing velvety in its dark nature.
Her curves were far more accentuated here than on stage with her bosom pressed to her chest. An emerald necklace matched her earrings. One silver bangle circled her wrist—that must have been the charm Mr. Mal Vee mentioned. Onyx hair much like the night sky seemed to want to spill from its band on her head while baby curls framed her oval face.
And why couldn’t her hair be let loose? It looked better hanging around her shoulders. Her bronze skin already glowed in the soft white lighting of the room, as though she had just come in from the beach. Green apples danced along the air between us. Ah, so it had been her scent that had infected me in the audience. It was a wonder I’d made it to the stage at all on my shaky legs.
Such a buxom beauty belonged in a refined place that served whatever her heart desired. To see her being bid on like a mule had infuriated me—and what worsened my anger was the fact that I had participated.
I bowed my head. Immediate amends were in order. She had to know that my apology was genuine, that I had no intention of harming her in any capacity. Things like that were best conveyed through energy, a transference that would be easily accomplished if we weren’t under such watchful care with these renegades.
I had to be careful. But I had to be true to myself.
“My lady, I am deeply sorry for my behavior,” I whispered. “Your treatment will be nothing but the best from here on out.”
She scoffed. “Sorry?”
“Yes, it is when one shows remorse for one’s actions.”
“Remorse.” Her voice was distantly quiet, almost diminished by her circumstances. Fire resided in her. I knew it by the way she presented herself. Why was she acting like she didn’t hold power? “Right. I see.”
