moved away as a group of Phoenix soldiers inched closer to him, their determination to subdue him by any means necessary evident with every step.
He threw them aside as easily as he’d thrown the others.
Hunting his prey, he tore several tents apart.
In the fifth, the infamous Kendra sat in front of a vanity mirror, brushing her gold-and-scarlet hair. She rolled her eyes as the Sent One approached.
“You didn’t have permission to leave your bed,” she said, standing and glaring at him. “Therefore, you must be disciplined.” She drummed her fingertips against her chin. “I know. You will spend an entire night away from me.”
Oh, no. Not that. Anything but that, Elin thought drily.
Low growls erupted from him as he snatched Kendra by the waist, turned and tossed her on the mattress. The muscles in his back and thighs rippled with strength. “My Slave wants his woman.”
“Thane!” Kendra scrambled to her knees, excitement now glowing in her eyes. “You didn’t have permission to touch me, either. If you do it again, I’ll have to deny you the luxury of my body for a week.”
Thane. His name was Thane. Seductive, like the man himself.
He moved in front of his mistress, breathing hard and fast, his hands clenched into fists. Elin could guess his dilemma. He wanted to do the princess’s bidding, but he also wanted—needed—what only she could give him.
“Nothing more to say? Oh, how the mighty has fallen,” Kendra cooed, tracing a fingertip down the center of his chest. She must have forgotten about her audience—or she just didn’t care. “I wish the male you were could meet the male you’ve become. You’d realize just how desperately you crave the woman you once abandoned.” She thought for a moment, brightened. “You’re in luck. I can arrange a meeting.” She unsealed the locket hanging from her neck and scraped a few flakes of Frost onto her fingertip.
“Open,” she commanded, and he obeyed.
He groaned with pleasure as she rubbed the flakes against his tongue.
With such a small amount, he would be aware of his predicament, for a little while at least, but unable to deny his body’s needs. Far more would be required to break the bond between master and slave.
Tense, Elin watched him. What would happen when reality hit?
A minute passed. Then another. Then he threw back his head and roared with unfettered rage.
The Frost had worked. Part of him had just realized what had become of him.
Elin covered her mouth to stop a cry of dismay.
“That’s right. You worship a woman you despise.” Grinning, Kendra stretched out on the bed. “I’ve changed my mind. You will take me, my slave. You will take me now, while your mind curses me.”
“No,” he snarled, even as he stroked his erection.
“Oh, yes. Do it.” Her tone hardened. “Now.”
Gritting his teeth, as if he fought a war within himself, he tore at her tank and shorts.
How did he treat a woman when he wasn’t enthralled? Gently? Would he care that others watched him have sex? Or that his lover actually belonged to another man?
“Isn’t this fun?” Kendra purred. Never had a person so emanated evil.
What had caused her to become...this?
Didn’t really matter now. She was what she was.
They all were.
Survival instinct 101. Put your head down. See nothing. Say nothing.
“Hate you,” Thane spat.
Kendra laughed. “Do you really? When you love me so thoroughly?”
Crack. Elin’s gaze jerked up. The warrior had just punched a hole in the headboard.
“Now, now. None of that,” Kendra cooed. “You’ve been given an order. See to it.”
Thane flipped her over and pushed her face into a pillow. Not wanting to look at her, even though he was still desperate for her? He nudged her legs apart with his knee, and Kendra gave another laugh.
“Just the way I like it,” she taunted, glancing back at him to smirk.
He turned his head to the side, and Elin could see the humiliation and disgust contorting his features.
A conflicting blast of emotions raced through her. Pity that he was being driven to this. Anger that he was being treated this way. And raw determination. He was a slave, like her, and needed a savior.
Screw survival instinct.
Elin raced inside the tent. “Stop. Please, Thane. Stop.”
He grabbed the base of his shaft and positioned himself for entrance.
“Thane!” she shouted, trying again. Fight Kendra’s allure. Don’t give her what she wants.
He halted just before the damage was done, his entire body vibrating as he resisted the urges thundering inside him.
“Please,” she repeated, and cupped his shoulder. “You don’t have to do this.”
His nostrils flared as he drew in a sharp breath. Then he licked his lips, as if he’d just scented a tastier meal.
Me? she almost squeaked.
“How dare you speak to my slave, human.” Kendra swiped out a claw, intending to rake Elin’s thigh. Only, Thane grabbed the princess by the wrist, saving Elin from a severed artery. “Ow! Let go.”
“No...hurt,” he gritted.
The Phoenix guards snapped to attention, realizing they needed to protect their princess, and attacked Thane in unison, wrenching Elin from his side.
Stomach rolling from the sight of the attack, dizziness swimming in her head, she scrambled from the battle and waded shakily into the pond. She ducked under the surface, submerging herself, and vowed to stay under water as long as her lungs would allow.
Coward!
Yes. Yes, she was. But there was nothing she could do about it. Violence was her kryptonite, and if she didn’t hide, if she saw it happening, she would splinter apart.
Aren’t you already?
At least Thane’s life would be spared. Upon his arrival at camp, he had been clear enough to realize he was in the middle of a crap storm, and had killed Krull, who would not be coming back. Ever.
Kendra had been due a punishment for what she’d done to Ricker, and, to avoid it, she’d reverted to her old ways and eaten the old king’s heart. Ardeo had then taken the throne and as thanks for Thane’s part in the whole deal, granted him life eternal among the Phoenix. As
