confusion
rapidly turning to fear. “What are you saying? What did he do?”
“He claimed you.”
“How?”
“He anchored a mating bond.”
She scrambled to the edge of the furs and
knelt there, looking angry and terrified. “You said Bilarrians mate
for life. Is the bond… Un-anchor it!”
“I didn’t establish the link, so I can’t
dissolve it.”
“Then make him do it.”
Drakkin shook his head. “It’s not that
simple.”
Her expression turned fierce as anger burned
through her fear. “I don’t believe you.” She found her dress and
struggled into it before she spoke again. “You learned that I
possess some rare magical gift and suddenly I’m linked to you
forever. Am I really supposed to believe that was an accident?”
She had every right to be suspicious. He’d
promised to protect her and he’d failed. He conjured pants then
stood, knowing better than to try to touch her. “I did not mean for
this to happen.”
“Bullshit. I sensed the difference when he
entered my mind, but I sensed something else too. He’s not some
symbiotic parasite. Your inner savage is still you .” She
crossed to the table and poured herself a glass of water, hands
shaking so badly she could barely finish the task. “I will not
escape one captor only to be enslaved by another. Figure out how to
sever this link or find me another mentor!”
* * * * *
Noll stared at Faujer’s naked body, hating
him and wanting him still. He sprawled on his back on the rumpled
bed, forearm thrown over his eyes, sound asleep. Four days of hell
and frustration had passed since their passionate encounter in the
dressing room downstairs. Sex had triggered her vision, and Faujer
took full advantage of the coincidence. He had taken her so many
times, in so many inappropriate places, that hotel security must
have hours of their antics on record.
She rubbed her eyes and rolled her shoulders.
How had she let it come to this? There was no tenderness in Faujer.
His aggressive passion had thrilled her for a time. Well, passion
was no longer enough. She would not subject herself to any more of
his selfishness.
Shifting into her Mystic robes, she turned
back to the bed. Faujer’s primary purpose had been to identify
their target. She now knew what Aria looked like, so Faujer was
expendable. The Stirate had given her Faujer to do with as she
liked. What if she liked to teach the arrogant bastard a
lesson?
She took a moment to anticipate the Stirate’s
objections then carefully approached the bed. Any information
regarding this mission must be stripped from his memory. A cruel
smile curved the corners of her mouth as she imagined Faujer’s
horror. He would awaken naked, with no possessions, and only
fragmented memories of who he was or from where he had come. He
would be utterly vulnerable.
Perhaps she should end his miserable
existence. No, this was better. This was worse than death. With her
hands hovering over his brutally handsome face, she extracted every
fact, every memory that could incriminate Rodymia or the House of
Joon. Humans would either think he was a lunatic or examine his
physiology and realize his bizarre claims were true.
With a pleased chuckle, she moved to the
center of the room. As soon as she Summoned the Storm, hotel
security would rush to the room. Imagine their surprise when they
found a naked man babbling in an alien language.
* * * * *
The past three days for Aria had been like a
dream, surreal and confusing. Parts had left her breathless with
pleasure, while others made her want to run and hide. Each time
Drakkin touched her, she allowed herself to believe he was honest,
brave and heroic. But he was just as manipulative as all the other
men in her life.
He’d bound her with chains that could never
be broken. Another wave of sorrow crashed upon her soul. He knew
her life had been fear and degradation. How could he do this to
her?
After hearing her ultimatum, he’d looked as
if he would argue. Then he
rapidly turning to fear. “What are you saying? What did he do?”
“He claimed you.”
“How?”
“He anchored a mating bond.”
She scrambled to the edge of the furs and
knelt there, looking angry and terrified. “You said Bilarrians mate
for life. Is the bond… Un-anchor it!”
“I didn’t establish the link, so I can’t
dissolve it.”
“Then make him do it.”
Drakkin shook his head. “It’s not that
simple.”
Her expression turned fierce as anger burned
through her fear. “I don’t believe you.” She found her dress and
struggled into it before she spoke again. “You learned that I
possess some rare magical gift and suddenly I’m linked to you
forever. Am I really supposed to believe that was an accident?”
She had every right to be suspicious. He’d
promised to protect her and he’d failed. He conjured pants then
stood, knowing better than to try to touch her. “I did not mean for
this to happen.”
“Bullshit. I sensed the difference when he
entered my mind, but I sensed something else too. He’s not some
symbiotic parasite. Your inner savage is still you .” She
crossed to the table and poured herself a glass of water, hands
shaking so badly she could barely finish the task. “I will not
escape one captor only to be enslaved by another. Figure out how to
sever this link or find me another mentor!”
* * * * *
Noll stared at Faujer’s naked body, hating
him and wanting him still. He sprawled on his back on the rumpled
bed, forearm thrown over his eyes, sound asleep. Four days of hell
and frustration had passed since their passionate encounter in the
dressing room downstairs. Sex had triggered her vision, and Faujer
took full advantage of the coincidence. He had taken her so many
times, in so many inappropriate places, that hotel security must
have hours of their antics on record.
She rubbed her eyes and rolled her shoulders.
How had she let it come to this? There was no tenderness in Faujer.
His aggressive passion had thrilled her for a time. Well, passion
was no longer enough. She would not subject herself to any more of
his selfishness.
Shifting into her Mystic robes, she turned
back to the bed. Faujer’s primary purpose had been to identify
their target. She now knew what Aria looked like, so Faujer was
expendable. The Stirate had given her Faujer to do with as she
liked. What if she liked to teach the arrogant bastard a
lesson?
She took a moment to anticipate the Stirate’s
objections then carefully approached the bed. Any information
regarding this mission must be stripped from his memory. A cruel
smile curved the corners of her mouth as she imagined Faujer’s
horror. He would awaken naked, with no possessions, and only
fragmented memories of who he was or from where he had come. He
would be utterly vulnerable.
Perhaps she should end his miserable
existence. No, this was better. This was worse than death. With her
hands hovering over his brutally handsome face, she extracted every
fact, every memory that could incriminate Rodymia or the House of
Joon. Humans would either think he was a lunatic or examine his
physiology and realize his bizarre claims were true.
With a pleased chuckle, she moved to the
center of the room. As soon as she Summoned the Storm, hotel
security would rush to the room. Imagine their surprise when they
found a naked man babbling in an alien language.
* * * * *
The past three days for Aria had been like a
dream, surreal and confusing. Parts had left her breathless with
pleasure, while others made her want to run and hide. Each time
Drakkin touched her, she allowed herself to believe he was honest,
brave and heroic. But he was just as manipulative as all the other
men in her life.
He’d bound her with chains that could never
be broken. Another wave of sorrow crashed upon her soul. He knew
her life had been fear and degradation. How could he do this to
her?
After hearing her ultimatum, he’d looked as
if he would argue. Then he
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