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Authors: Amber Kell
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Eaton wouldn’t do anything without knowing his odds. If they thought of him as a simple, easy-going prisoner, all the better to escape.
He followed the man, whose name he still didn’t know, back down the hall and through a pair of double doors. At least twenty people sat around a long dining table. He recognized one.
“Eaton, you’re awake,” Gallen rushed to his side. “Come sit with me.”
Without giving Eaton a chance to ask any questions, Gallen pressed his hand along Eaton’s back and escorted him close to the head of the table and to an empty seat three spots down.
“Everyone, this is Eaton, my bonded. He’s an eagle shifter.”
Murmurs of approval went around the table.
“Nice job, son!” a deep voice resonated through the air.
Eaton turned his attention to the speaker. He looked like an older version of Gallen, if the younger man had been stripped of his soul and pure evil had been stuffed inside.
He still didn’t know why he was there, but if this man had anything to do with it, it wouldn’t be anything good.
“That’s my father,” Gallen whispered. “Everyone calls him Theos.”
Eaton decided people probably had several names for the scary bastard, but kept that thought to himself. Somehow, he didn’t think they’d appreciate his sense of humor.
“Although I wish you were born at least bisexual, you have brought honor to the clan,” the man grudgingly said.
“Thank you, Father,” Gallen bowed his head as if he were just given the highest praise. From the stench of animosity pouring off Gallen’s father, he probably didn’t give even half-hearted backward compliments very often.
Eaton kept his gaze empty and let the man think he was completely under their control. A tingle along the chain on his neck had him wondering if there were some sort of spell on it.
Good thing Aden had inoculated them all with anti-spell venom when the four of them were young. Anti-magic shots were super rare and outrageously expensive, but Aden had saved the life of the inventor’s son, and in return had everyone injected several years ago. Sometimes, Eaton wondered if Aden had a little seer in his blood. The man had considered every possibility. Some people might call him paranoid, but so far, everything he’d taught them had come in handy at some point in their life. As much as they bitched about his lessons in escaping handcuffs and unbinding rope, not one of them ever refused a lesson by Aden Gage.
A covert glance around the table revealed others were wearing the same sort of chain. Their empty eyes and wooden motions had a stilted aspect as if they weren’t completely moving under their own power.
It was like a freaky puppet paranormal show. Chills raced up and down Eaton’s back. This was what Gallen had wanted for Eaton. Eaton swallowed the bile rising in his throat. He’d have to be more careful and pretend to be just as affected. The spell must’ve worked at least momentarily before the antidote kicked in or Eaton would never have agreed to come along.
Marty was going to have a fit.
Marty!
Eaton’s inner eagle screamed it’s discontent at their separation. He wondered if Gallen had truly healed Marty or if he’d just put on a good show. Memories of Marty unmoving had him biting his lip. He quickly released it. Any sign of nerves or indeed any emotion would only draw attention he didn’t want.
“Did he bond yet?” Gallen’s father asked.
“Nope. His mate had an accident which shattered him. He was unable to solidify the bond.”
“Excellent.”
Gallen motioned for a servant. “Please bring Eaton a plate of food. He prefers salmon and rice.”
Eaton wondered when Gallen had learned his preferences. Apparently, this wasn’t a kidnapping of opportunity. Gallen had studied Eaton’s habits.
It didn’t take long before the servant set a plate of food before Eaton. He waited for direction.
“Go ahead and eat, love,” Gallen said, sliding a finger down Eaton’s arm.
Eaton stomped down the urge
He followed the man, whose name he still didn’t know, back down the hall and through a pair of double doors. At least twenty people sat around a long dining table. He recognized one.
“Eaton, you’re awake,” Gallen rushed to his side. “Come sit with me.”
Without giving Eaton a chance to ask any questions, Gallen pressed his hand along Eaton’s back and escorted him close to the head of the table and to an empty seat three spots down.
“Everyone, this is Eaton, my bonded. He’s an eagle shifter.”
Murmurs of approval went around the table.
“Nice job, son!” a deep voice resonated through the air.
Eaton turned his attention to the speaker. He looked like an older version of Gallen, if the younger man had been stripped of his soul and pure evil had been stuffed inside.
He still didn’t know why he was there, but if this man had anything to do with it, it wouldn’t be anything good.
“That’s my father,” Gallen whispered. “Everyone calls him Theos.”
Eaton decided people probably had several names for the scary bastard, but kept that thought to himself. Somehow, he didn’t think they’d appreciate his sense of humor.
“Although I wish you were born at least bisexual, you have brought honor to the clan,” the man grudgingly said.
“Thank you, Father,” Gallen bowed his head as if he were just given the highest praise. From the stench of animosity pouring off Gallen’s father, he probably didn’t give even half-hearted backward compliments very often.
Eaton kept his gaze empty and let the man think he was completely under their control. A tingle along the chain on his neck had him wondering if there were some sort of spell on it.
Good thing Aden had inoculated them all with anti-spell venom when the four of them were young. Anti-magic shots were super rare and outrageously expensive, but Aden had saved the life of the inventor’s son, and in return had everyone injected several years ago. Sometimes, Eaton wondered if Aden had a little seer in his blood. The man had considered every possibility. Some people might call him paranoid, but so far, everything he’d taught them had come in handy at some point in their life. As much as they bitched about his lessons in escaping handcuffs and unbinding rope, not one of them ever refused a lesson by Aden Gage.
A covert glance around the table revealed others were wearing the same sort of chain. Their empty eyes and wooden motions had a stilted aspect as if they weren’t completely moving under their own power.
It was like a freaky puppet paranormal show. Chills raced up and down Eaton’s back. This was what Gallen had wanted for Eaton. Eaton swallowed the bile rising in his throat. He’d have to be more careful and pretend to be just as affected. The spell must’ve worked at least momentarily before the antidote kicked in or Eaton would never have agreed to come along.
Marty was going to have a fit.
Marty!
Eaton’s inner eagle screamed it’s discontent at their separation. He wondered if Gallen had truly healed Marty or if he’d just put on a good show. Memories of Marty unmoving had him biting his lip. He quickly released it. Any sign of nerves or indeed any emotion would only draw attention he didn’t want.
“Did he bond yet?” Gallen’s father asked.
“Nope. His mate had an accident which shattered him. He was unable to solidify the bond.”
“Excellent.”
Gallen motioned for a servant. “Please bring Eaton a plate of food. He prefers salmon and rice.”
Eaton wondered when Gallen had learned his preferences. Apparently, this wasn’t a kidnapping of opportunity. Gallen had studied Eaton’s habits.
It didn’t take long before the servant set a plate of food before Eaton. He waited for direction.
“Go ahead and eat, love,” Gallen said, sliding a finger down Eaton’s arm.
Eaton stomped down the urge
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