ValerieI knew we were meant to play along.I knew that Lucas had to act like the master he was—that I had to act like the slave. But I was not expecting his touch when he chuckled and ran his finger over my skin.“I will,” he said, a sweet and sick curl to his voiceI shivered, a sick feeling crawling deep into my stomach. He had done that way too naturally.Marvolos did not seem impressed. Rather, he laughed. “I personally wouldn’t be so gentle,” he said. Then he raised his hand and clasped the back of his pet’s neck. His thumb seemed to brush slowly over the nape, forcing her gaze on him. “Will you be a good little girl?” he asked.The girl shuddered visibly, but her expression did not change. She held his gaze, expressionless and distant. “Yes, master,” she replied. Her voice was threaded and bare, like maybe she’d been crying. Or maybe that was just how it always sounded.His hand moved around her shoulders and came up to clasp her mouth. I saw fear shoot into the girl’s eyes as
Valerie We were all led into a spacious room, where a black curtain surrounded a short dais. A stage of sorts, large enough to fit several people. The host waited for the room to fill, watching every vampire flood in with a satisfied smile on his face. Beneath his happy demeanor, I could tell he was nervous. His entire being seemed to depend on the event going smoothly. “Stay close,” Lucas whispered in my ear. He wrapped his fist twice around the leash and reeled me into his side. “I fear Xavier will make good of his promise.” I nodded, shuffling even closer to him. My heartbeat was beginning to elevate again, what with all the vampires standing so close to one another. So close to me. I was shoulder-to-shoulder with another slave. A boy, for once. I could not tell if his master was a man or a woman, but I could see the hopelessness in his eyes. The fear in his expression as the chandelier above us drenched light upon his face. “Thank you for coming!” The host began. He moved his
ValerieMy mind wouldn’t make sense of what I was seeing.Ava was all curled up in that cage, slumped to the ground and hugging her knees to her chest. She was not crying and fidgeting like many of the other slaves. Rather, she looked as if her battle was already lost, her head half-hung in defeat.My mind reared back over and over again.It’s not her. It can’t be her. It just looks like her.But I knew Ava’s face anywhere. It wasn’t one that could be replicated or mistaken for another. That was Ava. The same Ava I spent every day with back at the shop. The same Ava I saw hauled away by a terrible werewolf with nauseating intention.Why was she here now?She had changed so much. The sparkles that once lit her eyes like fireworks were gone now. Her skin, which had always been as sun-kissed as light sand, was pale now. I shuddered at how thin she looked.What sickened me more than anything were the bruises, peppered over her body. Bruises that were likely put there by her master.How wa
Valerie Branding was a horrifying measure. Many masters used it to prevent their slaves from being stolen. Some simply liked to see their branding, pressed into the flesh of a poor, tortured girl. Regardless the reason, branding had been a hot topic back in the shop. I recalled the aunts discussing it while they muddled over business ideas that could bring in more potential clients. Aunt Rita had suggested a free branding service. Branding was not popular among masters, but for the few very rich that desired to leave a permanent mark on their property. It was not like tattoos, which could be removed. Once a slave was branded, it could not be resold to another master. Which meant that slaves who had been branded and discarded by their masters were left to fend for themselves. Thankfully, Aunt Louise thought it would be a terrible waste of many. “There are too few guests interested in branding a slave,” she had said. “And all in all, brands are a hideous thing. Only guests with a part
LucasWell, surprise, surprise. I was beginning to see why Xavier had plucked this one from her litter. It was not like a slave to speak to a master in such a way, and yet she’d done so without flinching. This one…she was different. She brought forth the unexpected, and I couldn’t help but feel rather intrigued by the stubborn nature of her, beneath all that quiet meekness.Stay to find out? She must’ve gathered every ounce of her courage to ask me such a thing. Of course, she managed to stay calm, but it did little to hide the nerves radiating behind her eyes. She had been frayed by the sight of this false Chosen One, and I had to wonder why.I narrowed my gaze on her, catching the reflexive quiver of her chin. Her lip twitching. Sweat had begun to bead on her brow, and I could tell her heart was beating like a drum, because her blood smelled more potent than ever. It was sickeningly sweet.If our little bird wasn’t careful, she was going to attract the entire room.But what could I
LucasIt was clear the girl was rocked by my offer. She hadn’t expected I would ask her something so directly. Honestly, if it had been any other simple human, I wouldn’t have paid her the time of day.But our little bird was growing on me.I couldn’t explain why, but I was beginning to enjoy her presence.Her face softened and her lips parted. She was quite cute when you thought about it. A rugged wild thing, ignorant to the world around her. She knew it only from the outside—as most slaves did. The inner-workings of society were foreign to her now.In her hesitation, she gave me a nod.I could have choked on my laughter. A slave, wanting to purchase another slave. The idea was so amusing, I couldn’t hold it back. I stifled my chuckle with a grin. This girl was not just innocent—she was an absolute fool.“And just out of curiosity, what made you think I would do such a thing?” I asked. “Purchase a slave because you were once friends with her? She’s a pricey one, you know.”Valerie ra
ValerieWhat did I have to offer?It was a question Lucas already knew the answer to. I had nothing. There was nothing I could possibly give to him.I was a slave who had been plucked up at such a young age, I’d never had the opportunity to learn a skill. I didn’t know how to cook or hunt. I didn’t have a lovely voice or an eye for art. I was simply…there. Existing in this terrible world.I studied his face, trying to understand. Trying to pry apart his reasoning. What could I offer? Me, a slave?Lucas leaned in, his body long and lanky and said in my ear, “Let me give you a hint. I’m sure you won’t forget your Alpha’s generous offer.”My Alpha’s…offer?How could he know of it? The offer that Alpha Xavier had promised me—one of freedom. Had he eaves dropped at the time? Did he turn into a bat, fly into the room and stick himself to the wall like a fly? Could he do that?The world was spinning around me. I was beginning to feel my legs going out.I felt my face turn hot as coals, and m
ValerieSilence swept over the room like a shadow. What once had been a crowd full of loud colloquy and laughter had become a sea of wide eyes and sheer silence. I felt a chill crawl up my spine as I read over their pale, bony faces. They were all looking at Lucas, like he was a monster of sorts.“Lane?” blurted Marvolo from across the room. “That Lane?” There was a suspicious furrow in his brow, but it quickly sunk away as he tilted his head back and laughed. “No, that’s impossible. I haven’t seen you back in Chelver.”He was laughing heartily, but no one was joining him. It seemed the rest of them half-believed Lucas’s identity, and it was leaving a striking mark on them, though I didn’t know why. Why were they so scared of Lucas? And what did the Lane name mean to them?Then the host stepped forward and cleared his throat. “For the sake of the archive, I must know, my guest. Are you…from that Lane family?” His voice was quivering in a way it hadn’t all night. Almost like he was…afr