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Suzie said.
“W-what are you talking about?”
“He didn’t tell you?” Suzie crinkled her nose.
“Tell me what?” Amalya tried to take deep breaths except she wound up panting instead. Breathe…you need to get out of here…go find Aba.
Suzie snickered. “Go find him. Tell him you found his dark, dirty secret.” She stalked to the door. “Coming, queenie ?”
Amalya wanted out of there, so she came forward. Bat-girl opened the door and shoved her out into the hallway. Air whooshed past her as the door slammed shut.
Bitches! Aba will hear about this…
Standing about twenty feet or two fire pits away were four goat-legged demons. She screamed and their beady eyes zeroed in on her. Amalya spun around toward the door, pounding the heels of both fists on the door.
“Help! Oh my God! Lemme in!” Her world slowed down. She was conscious of every heartbeat, the pain of her hands beating on the door, and the jeers on the other side.
Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
Clackclackclackclackclack…
“Oh God! Noooooooo!”
They charged. They seized. And hoisted her over their heads.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Abaddon
Now, why is she screaming?
Aba never got a moment to himself. He left Amalya in bed, to relax by himself in the baths. He didn’t bother telling her where he went because honestly he didn’t want to be with her anymore. Well…maybe that wasn’t entirely true when he pictured her writhing beneath him…or bent into a multitude of positions as she cried out. He took a deep breath.
A louder screech pierced through his frontal lobe. Man, he had a headache. He fished a dagger out of his pants on the ledge next to him. Leaping from the pool he hit the ground at a dead sprint. His body morphed as he ran. He barreled down the tunnel on his hooves and hands with the blade in his mouth. A garbled roar ricocheted off the stone walls. The fire in the pits shrank.
He rose up on his legs just before grabbing the rear slave. The only sound the goat uttered as he made four cuts across his abdomen was a grunt. When the final slash was executed, the slave turned to ash. The others witnessing the death carefully set the girl down and backed away, one small step at a time.
Aba crouched into a battle stance, ready to spring forward, war cry booming. The goats had to protect their eyes from the wind. They raced off.
He yelled, “Never will you touch her!” And tell the others, was a given.
Amalya gazed up at him with a grateful expression. He scooped her up and headed to the baths, wondering why she was naked. He hated that his underlings had touched her.
“Did you not see the robe I laid out for you?”
“Uh huh, but these…it’s gone—” She lowered her eyes.
They reached the baths room with Aba still in beast form. He put her down by dumping her on the hard floor. She landed sprawled with her chin hitting first and grunted.
“Hey!”
Deus dammit! You sonofa bitch.
“I have never…shit!” Aba stomped about. Ripples on the surface of the pools formed. His body shuddered then started to return to its man form.
Amalya struggled to stand, only succeeding to get onto her hands and knees. Her ass looked spectacular.
“Stay down,” he growled.
“Why?” She glanced up through her lashes. “Oh. You want it now ? You sounded so angry.”
“We’ll discuss the gift later and why I’m always having to save your behind.”
“What gift? I left the dagg—”
“The robe.” Humans could be so dense.
“Oh.”
“Oh, yeah. The robe.”
“You’re not always having to save my ass.”
He knelt behind her and spanked her. His intention was to startle her, but he left a red handprint. She whined about the slap stinging. Glancing at her back between the shoulder blades, he noticed two golf ball sized bumps beneath the skin threatening to break through. The initial and sudden growth must have hurt, actually he knew it did.
“Amalya—”
A goat-footed slave
“W-what are you talking about?”
“He didn’t tell you?” Suzie crinkled her nose.
“Tell me what?” Amalya tried to take deep breaths except she wound up panting instead. Breathe…you need to get out of here…go find Aba.
Suzie snickered. “Go find him. Tell him you found his dark, dirty secret.” She stalked to the door. “Coming, queenie ?”
Amalya wanted out of there, so she came forward. Bat-girl opened the door and shoved her out into the hallway. Air whooshed past her as the door slammed shut.
Bitches! Aba will hear about this…
Standing about twenty feet or two fire pits away were four goat-legged demons. She screamed and their beady eyes zeroed in on her. Amalya spun around toward the door, pounding the heels of both fists on the door.
“Help! Oh my God! Lemme in!” Her world slowed down. She was conscious of every heartbeat, the pain of her hands beating on the door, and the jeers on the other side.
Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
Clackclackclackclackclack…
“Oh God! Noooooooo!”
They charged. They seized. And hoisted her over their heads.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Abaddon
Now, why is she screaming?
Aba never got a moment to himself. He left Amalya in bed, to relax by himself in the baths. He didn’t bother telling her where he went because honestly he didn’t want to be with her anymore. Well…maybe that wasn’t entirely true when he pictured her writhing beneath him…or bent into a multitude of positions as she cried out. He took a deep breath.
A louder screech pierced through his frontal lobe. Man, he had a headache. He fished a dagger out of his pants on the ledge next to him. Leaping from the pool he hit the ground at a dead sprint. His body morphed as he ran. He barreled down the tunnel on his hooves and hands with the blade in his mouth. A garbled roar ricocheted off the stone walls. The fire in the pits shrank.
He rose up on his legs just before grabbing the rear slave. The only sound the goat uttered as he made four cuts across his abdomen was a grunt. When the final slash was executed, the slave turned to ash. The others witnessing the death carefully set the girl down and backed away, one small step at a time.
Aba crouched into a battle stance, ready to spring forward, war cry booming. The goats had to protect their eyes from the wind. They raced off.
He yelled, “Never will you touch her!” And tell the others, was a given.
Amalya gazed up at him with a grateful expression. He scooped her up and headed to the baths, wondering why she was naked. He hated that his underlings had touched her.
“Did you not see the robe I laid out for you?”
“Uh huh, but these…it’s gone—” She lowered her eyes.
They reached the baths room with Aba still in beast form. He put her down by dumping her on the hard floor. She landed sprawled with her chin hitting first and grunted.
“Hey!”
Deus dammit! You sonofa bitch.
“I have never…shit!” Aba stomped about. Ripples on the surface of the pools formed. His body shuddered then started to return to its man form.
Amalya struggled to stand, only succeeding to get onto her hands and knees. Her ass looked spectacular.
“Stay down,” he growled.
“Why?” She glanced up through her lashes. “Oh. You want it now ? You sounded so angry.”
“We’ll discuss the gift later and why I’m always having to save your behind.”
“What gift? I left the dagg—”
“The robe.” Humans could be so dense.
“Oh.”
“Oh, yeah. The robe.”
“You’re not always having to save my ass.”
He knelt behind her and spanked her. His intention was to startle her, but he left a red handprint. She whined about the slap stinging. Glancing at her back between the shoulder blades, he noticed two golf ball sized bumps beneath the skin threatening to break through. The initial and sudden growth must have hurt, actually he knew it did.
“Amalya—”
A goat-footed slave
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