(DANE POV) Determined to distract her from the recent trauma, I whisked her away on a tour of the castle's hidden delights. The things the castle offered that humans would find exciting and fun, something Magness didn't seem to understand when showing her around. Not that I was complaining, it gave me the chance to do so. First, I took her to the bowling alley hidden beneath the east wing I had added to the castle in the 1960s because it reminded me of a game we often played during my human life called Molkky. Magness despised the area, mainly because it brought me happiness, I'm sure. It was clear no one had been down here since the last time I was here. "Strike!" Jo exclaimed, her laughter healing my battered soul. The simple joy of watching her immerse herself in the game and with the fierce idea that she could still somehow beat me wasn't just endearing. It was exactly what I needed at that moment. These were the moments after Magnesses brutality I hadn't had before. It wa
(JO POV) On the last day of our retreat at the castle, Magness's return abruptly disrupted the fragile peace we had fostered. His presence alone reignited a caution within me, a guarded stance I couldn't shake off even if I wanted to. During dinner, the atmosphere was charged with underlying tensions and unsaid grievances. "We should dine together, Katherine, Jo. A proper meal for you both while he and I will partake in my wide array of donors," Magness announced. Dane, catching my quick glance, leaned in slightly. "It's going to be okay. It'll be a male donor again, I promise," he whispered, attempting to address the silent worry he saw in me. Yet, his words did little to ease my anxiety. The thought of him with someone else, even in such a context, unsettled me deeply. As we settled into the ornate dining room for what Magness insisted was a 'celebratory' dinner, the atmosphere was filled with an unspoken tension. Ever the picture of grandeur, Magness spared no expense in showc
(DANE POV)The moment Magness growled at Jo, something primal within me responded in kind, a protective instinct that surged forth with a ferocity I hadn't unleashed in centuries. This confrontation felt eerily reminiscent of the tense "negotiations" that had secured Deirk's release. It marked a rare instance in which I dared to defy him openly.Magness's laugh cut through the apprehension, his amusement chilling. "Awww, my pet. I haven't seen you this protective in what... 300 years?" Jo's eyes snapped towards me. She thought he was talking about another girl... another ward. I hoped she'd see through his manipulative games and understand that there was a deeper and more complex history here than she knew. Later, I'd have to explain Deirk and the significance of Magness's reference.Testing the limits of my resolve, Magness made a proposition that sent a surge of anger through me. "Okay, my pet. If you're so protective of her and her you, then she can just join us." My response
As we neared, Dane began to disrobe, stroking himself as we walked. Curiosity and concern mingled within me, compelling me to question the ritualistic preparation. "Why does he expect that of you?" I inquired, the memory of our last encounter with Magness still fresh. "Especially if he's planning to do what he did before?" Dane paused before responding, "It might not be the only thing he wants. But Jo, just remember, go along with whatever happens. It's going to be okay, alright?" Katherine, following at a discreet distance, gathered Dane's discarded clothes as he dropped them. Leaning closer, she whispered, "Follow his lead, child. That's your key to getting through this night unscathed. He's not interested in us...he does not like humans, let alone females. Just play your part, and he won't touch you." Her advice only increased my anxiety. The very thought of 'playing along' in a scenario where I had no real understanding of the rules left me feeling more on edge than reassu
(JO POV) I was alone in Dane's mind. Hours had passed since he vanished to attend to the harsh realities outside this dreamscape. I wandered aimlessly, lost in thought, until suddenly, without warning, the serene white around me shattered. I was violently pulled back to the grim reality of Magness's bed chambers as he ripped Dane's thumb from my mouth. Magness loomed over us. He had caught us in the act. Me taking blood from Dane was a sacred and forbidden act in his eyes. Dane's blood was his, not mine. Dane pleaded, "Please, Master, don't make us..." But Magness was unyielding. "You should have thought about that before sharing your blood with her. Right in front of me, no less. Now, get on with it. Show me what you want to do to her. I want to watch it." Dane's eyes met mine. "It's just us, okay? Just us," he reassured me. "Don't worry about anything else. Nothing can spoil this. Nothing can spoil us." I could only nod, unable to find my voice, as Dane moved to the bed
Without a word, I lifted Jo into my arms, her slender form shaking violently against me as I carried her back to the pink room. Her sobs broke the silence, each one echoing against the walls of my heart, resonating with a pain I felt keenly. Holding her close in bed after pulling on loose clothing to cover the injuries and bite marks until they healed, I felt her tears dampen my shirt. She cried until the gentle rise and fall of her chest evened out, her sobs giving way to the quiet breathing of sleep. I decided that was the last time she would cry herself to sleep in my arms. I would not fail her like this again. The moonlight brought a new night, but the shadow of the previous day lingered. Everything was packed and ready for our departure. The return journey in the limo was silence. I was lost, my thoughts a vortex around the events that had unfolded. I reclined in the seat, Jo nestled against my chest as I stared out the window.She reached up and undid my collar, jolting me b
JO POV"Explain. Now," I demanded, unable to mask the shock and confusion. "Tone, kitten," Dane cautioned."I don't give a fuck about my tone. Tell me what is going on," I shot back."Kitten," Dane repeated. I finally deflated at the look he gave me. He would talk to me about it if I just calmed down. "I feel like there's so much I'm missing here," I confessed. Dane nodded. "There is, Kitten. I was Magness's sex slave for a century before he released me. About 600 years later, he decided to try again and took Deirk. Magness tortured him far more than he ever did me. Luckily, I was able to secure my freedom and, later, his.""When we were under Magness's control, he... he forced me to do things to Deirk like what happened to us. These are things I would never have chosen to do on my own. It was a kind of manipulation, coercion that we both endured at his hands that entire year."My stomach turned violently. My hand flew to my mouth."Oh shit... I'm sorry," I managed to stutter out.
(DANE POV) The sounds that filled the room were authentic, arising naturally from the depth of our connection, devoid of any pretense or exaggerated display. It was crucial to me, vital even, that she felt the profound distinction between the spectacle forced upon us in Magness's presence and the genuine, heartfelt union we shared now. The lessons I learned from my turbulent history with Deirk, as well as the pain and confusion that had lingered for centuries before we finally addressed it, underscored the importance of this moment. I was determined to ensure that she recognized the difference, to prevent any shadow of doubt or misinterpretation from clouding her perception. I wanted her to know that what we shared was real and pure, worlds apart from the manipulation and coercion forced on us. This was about us, about a connection that defied the constraints of time and circumstance. Eventually, I watched over her as she fell asleep, mere hours before the dawn signaled th