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At least the Ape pretended to do it.
Or had I been wrong?
I retreated, not without catching the murderous look the Ape threw at me as if it was a poisonous arrow.
Not mistaken.
But I’d just signed my death sentence.
Later tonight, he would retaliate.
But at least I’d saved the only guy who had even looked at me as if I was a human being.
As if I still mattered.
CHAPTERNINE
Holy fucking hell.
I forced my eyes from her for what felt like the hundredth time. Somehow, for some reason, Fausto’s beautiful little slave had bewitched me.
When Cristo gave me a heads-up about the slaves, I thought it was enough. Thought I was prepared.
Until her eyes met mine.
I’d never seen eyes like that. Green, like new leaves in spring, kissed by the sun.
At first, they’d been dull, then I could see the surprise, then the fire in them.
She was beautiful. Fair. Northern European, maybe? Though her reaction to my words made me think she caught my US accent. Was she American? But how could she be?
Would Fausto really be so stupid and hold an American hostage as a slave?
I couldn’t believe that.
Couldn’t believe any of it.
I scoffed, which earned me curious looks from the men around me.
I should be vigilant. Should assess the situation and them. Should be entirely focused on the dangerous undercurrents all around me.
Instead, most of my much-needed blood had left my brain and pooled in my crotch.
And what was left working in my brain was more focused on watching her move—or float—around the room, than increasing my chances of survival.
I couldn’t even… Why the hell was I so obsessed with her?
Yes, she looked beautiful. Her pale skin, clear green eyes, the blond hair made her seem more like an angel than an actual human being. Like a blinding star in a sea of darkness.
The see-through gown she was wearing was revealing more than it was hiding.
And even though I only looked at her body for a second—before I felt my uncle’s vindictive little eyes on me—I could see the angry red welts beneath.
And it took all my self-control not to go bat-shit crazy.
But when exactly had I ever lost my brains over a woman, any woman? No matter how ethereal, beautiful, alluring, or damaged.
Exactly never.
