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Authors: Stevie Woods
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demanding, trying to teach me my place, dominate me, but after my time with you, he didn't stand a chance." He smiled, a definite twinkle in his eye. "If I don't let you dominate me, why the hell should I let anyone else?"
"I have no desire to dominate you, Lian," I said softly, keeping my eyes on my plate. "I'm into equal partners. It's not something I thought I could ever have with you, but we're friends first and foremost, aren't we?"
He didn't look at me either as he studied the large red-orange fruit on his plate and spoke to me quietly. "Best friends for a while, Hollis, and now I believe so much more?"
"Whatever you want, Lian, anything." My voice was huskier than I intended, but I couldn't help it. So far it had all been in my mind, my interpretation of what I thought I was seeing in his eyes. Those few softly spoken words had made it all so wonderfully real.
"Oh Lords, why now? Why now?" he whispered. "I so want to touch you, and I can't. I daren't even look at you in case he's watching."
The heat of his words washed over me and I'd never wanted him more. "Cor'lyn?" I whispered harshly. "I see the way he looks at you."
"I know. I...I think--"
He was interrupted by the loud twang of metal being struck, indicating the end of our food break. One of the guards grasped Liander by his upper arm and dragged him to his feet.
"Up, up," the guard snapped, his words including everyone. "Put your utensils back on the wagon and then go back to your sections."
I was frustrated not knowing what Liander was going to say about Cor'lyn. I had my own ideas, having overheard his reference to buying Liander. Liander might be able to fight Fortil off, but no way would he be allowed to do that if he was bought and officially owned by the man in charge. We had to find a way of escaping before the thirty days were up. Even if Cor'lyn wasn't the one to buy Liander, somebody else would, and who knows what kind of future he would be facing then. The probability of ending up a fighting slave was bad enough, but I couldn't let him become some bastard's sexual plaything.
I suspected he was strong enough to take the physical abuse. Liander was much stronger than most people gave him credit for, but I wasn't sure if he could take the psychological abuse.
Chapter 7
Twenty days later...
Being able to sit with Hollis every day for a few minutes and eat our food together had made my life in this place almost bearable. Some days we couldn't really talk because there were others sitting too close, or occasionally a guard would eat his meal near us. Somehow, just sitting close and eating the same food was a comfort. Plus knowing for certain now how Hollis feels, it's enough. But the days we can actually talk...
We've been here for twenty days now. I knew because I had scratched each one off on the column near where I sleep. I knew, too, that Hollis was feeling desperate. He'd told me we have to escape before the auction, but actually doing it seems impossible. He didn't say it--he didn't have to--but it's me he's really worried about. I love it that he's concerned about me, but he doesn't seem to understand I'm just as worried about him.
He has this inflated view of my sexual attraction and what he calls my innocent sensuality; thinks it draws all the unwarranted attention I get. What the hell is innocent sensuality? I'm twenty-five years old; I haven't been innocent for a long time. I've had to be very careful, even after it became clear I'd never be more than a very junior member of the royal family, because it was still necessary to be circumspect and engender respect. Though perhaps it was easier than it might otherwise have been for a prince who had no interest in taking a wife. I had already fallen for Hollis.
I so wanted to speak with Hollis, but today was a case in point. He was sitting alongside me, our shoulders touching, but we weren't able to talk privately as a few of the other slaves had joined us and they were
"I have no desire to dominate you, Lian," I said softly, keeping my eyes on my plate. "I'm into equal partners. It's not something I thought I could ever have with you, but we're friends first and foremost, aren't we?"
He didn't look at me either as he studied the large red-orange fruit on his plate and spoke to me quietly. "Best friends for a while, Hollis, and now I believe so much more?"
"Whatever you want, Lian, anything." My voice was huskier than I intended, but I couldn't help it. So far it had all been in my mind, my interpretation of what I thought I was seeing in his eyes. Those few softly spoken words had made it all so wonderfully real.
"Oh Lords, why now? Why now?" he whispered. "I so want to touch you, and I can't. I daren't even look at you in case he's watching."
The heat of his words washed over me and I'd never wanted him more. "Cor'lyn?" I whispered harshly. "I see the way he looks at you."
"I know. I...I think--"
He was interrupted by the loud twang of metal being struck, indicating the end of our food break. One of the guards grasped Liander by his upper arm and dragged him to his feet.
"Up, up," the guard snapped, his words including everyone. "Put your utensils back on the wagon and then go back to your sections."
I was frustrated not knowing what Liander was going to say about Cor'lyn. I had my own ideas, having overheard his reference to buying Liander. Liander might be able to fight Fortil off, but no way would he be allowed to do that if he was bought and officially owned by the man in charge. We had to find a way of escaping before the thirty days were up. Even if Cor'lyn wasn't the one to buy Liander, somebody else would, and who knows what kind of future he would be facing then. The probability of ending up a fighting slave was bad enough, but I couldn't let him become some bastard's sexual plaything.
I suspected he was strong enough to take the physical abuse. Liander was much stronger than most people gave him credit for, but I wasn't sure if he could take the psychological abuse.
Chapter 7
Twenty days later...
Being able to sit with Hollis every day for a few minutes and eat our food together had made my life in this place almost bearable. Some days we couldn't really talk because there were others sitting too close, or occasionally a guard would eat his meal near us. Somehow, just sitting close and eating the same food was a comfort. Plus knowing for certain now how Hollis feels, it's enough. But the days we can actually talk...
We've been here for twenty days now. I knew because I had scratched each one off on the column near where I sleep. I knew, too, that Hollis was feeling desperate. He'd told me we have to escape before the auction, but actually doing it seems impossible. He didn't say it--he didn't have to--but it's me he's really worried about. I love it that he's concerned about me, but he doesn't seem to understand I'm just as worried about him.
He has this inflated view of my sexual attraction and what he calls my innocent sensuality; thinks it draws all the unwarranted attention I get. What the hell is innocent sensuality? I'm twenty-five years old; I haven't been innocent for a long time. I've had to be very careful, even after it became clear I'd never be more than a very junior member of the royal family, because it was still necessary to be circumspect and engender respect. Though perhaps it was easier than it might otherwise have been for a prince who had no interest in taking a wife. I had already fallen for Hollis.
I so wanted to speak with Hollis, but today was a case in point. He was sitting alongside me, our shoulders touching, but we weren't able to talk privately as a few of the other slaves had joined us and they were
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