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cheek? Seriously?” I grumbled and locked my hands behind his head and pulled him into me so that our lips melded together. He moaned and slapped my ass, and I squeaked in surprise. The kiss broke as we both laughed, and I ruffled his hair while he planted feathery kisses of passion, from my ear to my shoulder.
We hugged and just stood there, the moonlight swathing the room in silver rays.
I asked, “How does she have so much control over you when Darius is your master now? I thought that she had jack-shit on you now.”
He turned his face away from me. “I’m still connected to her, Lil. Her blood is still inside me, no matter what I do. But I do know one thing. I love you. I love you and Darius so much and that will never change.” He grinned happily.
“We’ll get through this. If we can get away then that’ll buy us time for Darius to get here, I think.”
“Yeah. Good thinking.” He yawned. “I’m gonna go to bed.” He pecked me on the forehead. “Goodnight, sweet princess.”
He untangled his arms from mine and shut the door as I sank to the floor and began to cry.
Chapter 11
Johanna and Kristy woke me up when it was still dark outside and dressed me. I insisted on dressing myself, but they said it was an order from Annabelle, and they’d be punished if they didn’t listen and told me to just relax as they clothed me in riding breeches and a long-sleeve shirt with a ruffle. I felt rather like Darius as I slipped on the dark tan riding boots and gloves. I was happy Grey’s hawk eyes weren’t anywhere to be seen and quietly asked Kristy what was going on.
“You’re going on a morning hunt with Her Majesty,” she answered simply in a grumpy tone.
“A hunt?” I knew how to ride a horse; sure, I loved horses but a hunt? I couldn’t possibly kill an innocent animal. And on horseback. I’d fall on my ass while aiming my rifle.
Johanna braided my hair and added a pink ribbon to the end with a bow. I thanked her, and she grinned. Then Annabelle came into the room dressed in almost the exact clothes as me save for the bow in my hair; her long ebony locks fell free, and she grabbed my hand and took me outside to the stables where our horses were being groomed and tacked.
“I heard you like horses, so I decided to go on a hunt today,” she said as if we were the best of friends. I relished the smell of hay and horse manure, but the thought of where Sang kept chewing at the back of my mind. Where was he and how was he? Was he back in that awful place I saw yesterday being tortured? Was he trapped in some cold, dark basement all alone?
Annabelle’s voice sliced through my thoughts. “Come on, Lily, let’s get you mounted.”
She brought in front of me a tall, shiny black gelding with a small star on his forehead and a long forelock which extended over his muzzle. His mane was braided, and his tail was long and luscious and fell to the ground in an ebony spill much like Annabelle’s own hair.
“He’s my personal horse, Franz, but you can ride him today as you’re my prized guest,” she said happily. I chuckled inside at the horse’s name. Franz. Really? I would’ve named him Night or something cool like Dark Shadow or something.
To my dismay, she grabbed my ass and the back of my left calf as I was lifted up into the saddle and sat gently on Franz. He shuffled but didn’t move from his place and whinnied to the other horses as I gathered the reins in my hands and patted his thick, smooth neck.
Kristy let a tiny fox from its cage, and it scurried off down a dusty trail. “That’s your game,” she bluntly stated.
I really didn’t want to do this. I really didn’t. I would love to go riding with Sang but with this crazy bitch, no way in hell. But I knew if I refused, she might harm Sang again, so I ground my teeth and held my chin up high.
Johanna helped Annabelle mount a smaller black and white mare with a thick mane and tail and two blue eyes. “Her name is Belle,” she told
We hugged and just stood there, the moonlight swathing the room in silver rays.
I asked, “How does she have so much control over you when Darius is your master now? I thought that she had jack-shit on you now.”
He turned his face away from me. “I’m still connected to her, Lil. Her blood is still inside me, no matter what I do. But I do know one thing. I love you. I love you and Darius so much and that will never change.” He grinned happily.
“We’ll get through this. If we can get away then that’ll buy us time for Darius to get here, I think.”
“Yeah. Good thinking.” He yawned. “I’m gonna go to bed.” He pecked me on the forehead. “Goodnight, sweet princess.”
He untangled his arms from mine and shut the door as I sank to the floor and began to cry.
Chapter 11
Johanna and Kristy woke me up when it was still dark outside and dressed me. I insisted on dressing myself, but they said it was an order from Annabelle, and they’d be punished if they didn’t listen and told me to just relax as they clothed me in riding breeches and a long-sleeve shirt with a ruffle. I felt rather like Darius as I slipped on the dark tan riding boots and gloves. I was happy Grey’s hawk eyes weren’t anywhere to be seen and quietly asked Kristy what was going on.
“You’re going on a morning hunt with Her Majesty,” she answered simply in a grumpy tone.
“A hunt?” I knew how to ride a horse; sure, I loved horses but a hunt? I couldn’t possibly kill an innocent animal. And on horseback. I’d fall on my ass while aiming my rifle.
Johanna braided my hair and added a pink ribbon to the end with a bow. I thanked her, and she grinned. Then Annabelle came into the room dressed in almost the exact clothes as me save for the bow in my hair; her long ebony locks fell free, and she grabbed my hand and took me outside to the stables where our horses were being groomed and tacked.
“I heard you like horses, so I decided to go on a hunt today,” she said as if we were the best of friends. I relished the smell of hay and horse manure, but the thought of where Sang kept chewing at the back of my mind. Where was he and how was he? Was he back in that awful place I saw yesterday being tortured? Was he trapped in some cold, dark basement all alone?
Annabelle’s voice sliced through my thoughts. “Come on, Lily, let’s get you mounted.”
She brought in front of me a tall, shiny black gelding with a small star on his forehead and a long forelock which extended over his muzzle. His mane was braided, and his tail was long and luscious and fell to the ground in an ebony spill much like Annabelle’s own hair.
“He’s my personal horse, Franz, but you can ride him today as you’re my prized guest,” she said happily. I chuckled inside at the horse’s name. Franz. Really? I would’ve named him Night or something cool like Dark Shadow or something.
To my dismay, she grabbed my ass and the back of my left calf as I was lifted up into the saddle and sat gently on Franz. He shuffled but didn’t move from his place and whinnied to the other horses as I gathered the reins in my hands and patted his thick, smooth neck.
Kristy let a tiny fox from its cage, and it scurried off down a dusty trail. “That’s your game,” she bluntly stated.
I really didn’t want to do this. I really didn’t. I would love to go riding with Sang but with this crazy bitch, no way in hell. But I knew if I refused, she might harm Sang again, so I ground my teeth and held my chin up high.
Johanna helped Annabelle mount a smaller black and white mare with a thick mane and tail and two blue eyes. “Her name is Belle,” she told
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