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visual, not a hostage exchange sort of situation.
"You'll make him see red, lose reason. I've got no doubt that dropping your name would result in some sort of action by Haytham."
"I don't like that at all. I don't want to be near him again." I began to hyperventilate. No, no, no, no! Never again to be subjected to Christos Haytham's whims. I'd rather die first.
"You won't. Mara's tirade gave me an idea. Revenge of sorts, for both of us."
I could feel my eyebrows lift. "Revenge?" Curiosity killed this cat.
"What would drive Haytham crazy?"
"Knowing I'm alive." Duh.
"No. Knowing you are alive and happy and getting fucked royally by another guy."
Whoa. "That wouldn't drive him crazy. That'd incite him to spree killing." My heart beat faster than Thumper's hind legs.
"He won't kill you."
"How do you know?"
"I'll kill him first. For Aisha and you."
"You don't owe me anything, Tyb. Giving me a place to hide and a cock to ride is more than enough. I don't know how I can even begin to repay you since farm work seems so insignificant in the scope of what I owe."
"Izzy darlin', you aren't the first person I've hidden from the big, bad, world. You owe me nothing. I don't ever want you to think of paying me back. There is no price for a person's life."
"I have another confession, Tyb."
"Should I put on the garb of a friar?"
"Only if you'll fuck me if I'm dressed as a nun."
"You have a delightfully twisted mind, Izzy." He smiled bright. "I like you."
I smiled. "That was my confession. I like you, too." More than I should, at any rate. Although my courtship with Christos was a whirlwind of commanding and bribing, it didn't have this natural feel that my time with Tyb—short as it's been, has seemed to possess.
I needed to make plans for when I get to reintegrate with society. I mean, if the world didn't end before that. Did I want to go back to Washington? Move back home, to Oregon? Or stay in the mountains of California, hidden away from the worries of the world in this self-sufficient paradise? I didn't mean for that thought to take hold, but it seemed so appealing. Maybe my opinion would change with the seasons, perhaps winter is the Big Suck up here (and not in the fun way)… Maybe Tyb will be over getting laid to his heart's content and not want me around. I can't invite myself. But the thought of Tyb offering me to stay when this is all over… Would I accept? Could I accept? No matter what, I'm jumping the gun at this point.
But the niggling thought that in the past 24 hours with Tyb have felt more secure, relaxed and laid back than the two years with Christos. That's an epic revelation. How could I ever believe Christos my soul mate? How could I have been that delusional? To be treated with honest respect from a guy was such a shocker. My opinion mattered to Tyb.
Dammit, he needs to be not so likeable. Or lickable.
Chapter Ten
A voice screaming, "TYB!" woke me up from the best sleep I have had in years. I bolted upright, clutching the quilt to my chin before recovering. Could hear Tyb's bedroom door open and his voice respond.
"Jesus, Zamara. Don't ever wake me up like that!"
I got up from my bed and wandered my door. The tone Zamara used could be likened to a Valkyrie war cry before gallons of blood is spilt. If the siblings were going to get into an argument, I'm going to stay out of their way. Zamara sat on the mass rocket heater's bench, while Tyb leaned a shotgun against the wall.
Mara was about to hand Tyb a large envelope when she spoke. "Got what you wanted. You sure about this?"
Tyb reached for it. "Yes. Absolutely certain."
She held it out of his reach. "Before I hand it over, I need to know… Did you have another dream?"
Tyb nodded. "Yes. The night before you called for me to take on this project."
Awe poured from Mara's expression. "You haven't had one of those for years."
"I know. Which is why this is important to me."
Mara clapped a hand to his shoulder and said, "I
"You'll make him see red, lose reason. I've got no doubt that dropping your name would result in some sort of action by Haytham."
"I don't like that at all. I don't want to be near him again." I began to hyperventilate. No, no, no, no! Never again to be subjected to Christos Haytham's whims. I'd rather die first.
"You won't. Mara's tirade gave me an idea. Revenge of sorts, for both of us."
I could feel my eyebrows lift. "Revenge?" Curiosity killed this cat.
"What would drive Haytham crazy?"
"Knowing I'm alive." Duh.
"No. Knowing you are alive and happy and getting fucked royally by another guy."
Whoa. "That wouldn't drive him crazy. That'd incite him to spree killing." My heart beat faster than Thumper's hind legs.
"He won't kill you."
"How do you know?"
"I'll kill him first. For Aisha and you."
"You don't owe me anything, Tyb. Giving me a place to hide and a cock to ride is more than enough. I don't know how I can even begin to repay you since farm work seems so insignificant in the scope of what I owe."
"Izzy darlin', you aren't the first person I've hidden from the big, bad, world. You owe me nothing. I don't ever want you to think of paying me back. There is no price for a person's life."
"I have another confession, Tyb."
"Should I put on the garb of a friar?"
"Only if you'll fuck me if I'm dressed as a nun."
"You have a delightfully twisted mind, Izzy." He smiled bright. "I like you."
I smiled. "That was my confession. I like you, too." More than I should, at any rate. Although my courtship with Christos was a whirlwind of commanding and bribing, it didn't have this natural feel that my time with Tyb—short as it's been, has seemed to possess.
I needed to make plans for when I get to reintegrate with society. I mean, if the world didn't end before that. Did I want to go back to Washington? Move back home, to Oregon? Or stay in the mountains of California, hidden away from the worries of the world in this self-sufficient paradise? I didn't mean for that thought to take hold, but it seemed so appealing. Maybe my opinion would change with the seasons, perhaps winter is the Big Suck up here (and not in the fun way)… Maybe Tyb will be over getting laid to his heart's content and not want me around. I can't invite myself. But the thought of Tyb offering me to stay when this is all over… Would I accept? Could I accept? No matter what, I'm jumping the gun at this point.
But the niggling thought that in the past 24 hours with Tyb have felt more secure, relaxed and laid back than the two years with Christos. That's an epic revelation. How could I ever believe Christos my soul mate? How could I have been that delusional? To be treated with honest respect from a guy was such a shocker. My opinion mattered to Tyb.
Dammit, he needs to be not so likeable. Or lickable.
Chapter Ten
A voice screaming, "TYB!" woke me up from the best sleep I have had in years. I bolted upright, clutching the quilt to my chin before recovering. Could hear Tyb's bedroom door open and his voice respond.
"Jesus, Zamara. Don't ever wake me up like that!"
I got up from my bed and wandered my door. The tone Zamara used could be likened to a Valkyrie war cry before gallons of blood is spilt. If the siblings were going to get into an argument, I'm going to stay out of their way. Zamara sat on the mass rocket heater's bench, while Tyb leaned a shotgun against the wall.
Mara was about to hand Tyb a large envelope when she spoke. "Got what you wanted. You sure about this?"
Tyb reached for it. "Yes. Absolutely certain."
She held it out of his reach. "Before I hand it over, I need to know… Did you have another dream?"
Tyb nodded. "Yes. The night before you called for me to take on this project."
Awe poured from Mara's expression. "You haven't had one of those for years."
"I know. Which is why this is important to me."
Mara clapped a hand to his shoulder and said, "I
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