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sub?”
    “Of
course.”
    “Did you
ask someone to set this up, MacKensie ?”
    She shook
her head, her throat so tense, no words could escape.
    “Well,
fuck, look at her shake,” Steel muttered. “Are you telling me I grabbed the
wrong person?”
    “No,” Alex
said softly. “I think this was a setup. Just not the one you'd planned.” He
turned Mac in his arms until she faced him. When she tried to bury her head, he
used a finger to raise her chin. “We need you to talk to us, little cat.” His
eyes pinned her gaze to his. “I left you kneeling beside the chair. Why did you
leave?”
    She tried
to swallow, but the spit stuck in her throat. Her grip tightened on his shirt,
and she breathed in, trying to find the calm place inside herself, the one
where she used to hide. Another breath. “I-I had to…bathroom.”
    His lips
curved, and his voice softened. “I have a bad habit of forgetting you women
piss three times as often as men. So you went to the bathroom. Alone?”
    “I thought
I could get back before you returned.”
    “How did
you know where the bathroom is?”
    “The other
sub told me.”
    “Describe
her to me, MacKensie .” Alex's eyes had turned the
color of polar ice.
    “Brunette. Beautiful.” Mac closed her eyes, trying to remember. “Tall. She looks like a
model. A dark red corset thing.”
    “That who
you talked with?” the dungeon monitor asked Steel.
    “Nah. I'd
remember someone like that.” Steel pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to
the monitor. “A barmaid gave me this. It spells it all out. Even
safe words and gestures. She didn't use either.”
    The
monitor glanced at Mac. “What's your safe word?”
    Safe word? She
looked up at Alex and whispered, “What's a safe word?”
    “Fuck me,”
Steel exploded. “How the hell can she not—”
    “She's so
new to the scene that she should be glowing green,” Alex said. “We haven't even
done anything that would require a safe word.”
    A noise
came from Steel, a grating sound as his teeth clenched. “Did she— Did you—Hell. Permission to speak to your
sub?”
    Alex
snorted. “Granted.”
    When Steel
leaned forward, Mac couldn't help but cringe back, her bare feet scrambling
uselessly on the couch. Alex's arms tightened, trapping her on his lap.
    Steel
winced, and his face turned to concrete. “You didn't want this at all, did
you?”
    Mac shook
her head as the shaking started again. She shoved her face in the hollow of
Alex's shoulder.
    “Girl,
look at me.”
    Silence. The
men waited. For her.
    Okay, Mac, show a few guts. Suck it up and handle it . Her
fingers ached from her grip on Alex's shirt, but she managed to turn.
    To her
surprise, Steel looked more tired than terrifying as he said, “A safe word is a
word not usually used in everyday talk, and if a sub uses it, everything stops.
A gesture is used if the sub is gagged. If you'd used either, I'd have stopped. Right then.” He rubbed his hands over his face. “Fuck.
Since you didn't know about them, you wouldn't use them. I'm sorry, girl.”
    He fished
a card out of his pocket and handed it to the monitor. “If you catch the
asshole who did this, I'll be pleased to do anything
needed to take him down. Very pleased.” He handed one
to Alex. “If there's anything I can do to help her or you, call me.”
    Catch the asshole? Coldness ran up Mac's spine as
everything began to make sense. Someone had set her up to be whipped. Why?
    “You got
any idea of who did this, Alex?” the monitor asked.
    “Oh yes.
The trouble is, there's no proof,” Alex growled. “But I know. A sub wants
me—obsession-type want .”
    The
dungeon monitor frowned. “You were with Cynthia last time I saw you here. The society girl.”
    Alex
nodded.
    “Hell.”
The dungeon monitor glanced at the paper. “Drake's going to blow his stack when
he hears about this. But he'll investigate up one side and down another. If the barmaid remembers anything… But they're so busy
tonight, I'm not