Most stories have lots of moments and I had a hard time deciding which one to choose. Ultimately I went with a small snippet from Slave to Pleasure. Have you ever experienced that moment when you realized what a colossal mistake you’ve made? When you’ve judged someone incorrectly so bad it made you want to throw up? It’s a hard pill to swallow. In this scene Roane and Erik discover just how wrong they’ve been and it has the potential to cost them everything.
“Where the hell have you two been and why haven’t you answered my calls?” An angry female voice sounded from their living room as they both hurried to find out why Nissa’s mother was here and pissed at them.
“What did we do? I think you should be directing some of your anger at your own kin.” Roane wanted to keep his cool but a woman in hysterics wasn’t helping much.
Her nostrils flared and she planted her hands on her hips. “You son of a bitch. I’ve been calling you for three days and you’ve refused to answer. For three days you’ve allowed a cold-hearted bastard to do who knows what to my daughter. Do you care so little for her?”
“What?” they yelled in unison at her.
“Woman, are you mad? Nissa’s been with us for the past five days and she left us only hours ago. Left us high and dry without living up to her end of a bargain I might add.”
“Oh good Goddess, this is worse than I thought.” She turned and paced, back and forth as they stood waiting for her to explain herself.
“Why don’t you sit down and tell us what’s happened to you.” Erik motioned to a leather chair.
“Do not patronize me for even a second. Nothing has happened to me. It’s Nissa who is being held prisoner.”
Roane tried to make sense of her words, but how could Nissa have gotten herself into that much trouble in so short a time. “Did she come to see you today?”
“No! You aren’t listening. Since the moment Cirdan brought her back from the other side she’s been held prisoner with no contact as far as I can tell.” Erik opened his mouth to speak and she shushed him.
“Obviously the rumors of an alliance with the dark fae are true. Who else could weave a spell around you strong enough to alter time?”
Roane’s blood ran cold. “Whoa. Wait a damn minute. Cirdan has forged an alliance with the dark fae?” This did not bode well.
“Yes, and it has to do with Nissa’s magic. As in she has it and he wants it. Shortly after you left a seed demon returned, spreading rumors of the half-blood princess with amazing powers. I tried to stop the gossip but my spells aren’t strong enough to ward against most demons so it didn’t take Cirdan long to learn the truth. As soon as he went after her I tried contacting you and have been waiting and calling for three days.”
“Where is she now?” Both he and Erik began picking out weapons and strapping them to their bodies. From short swords and knives to the full sized swords, they were ready for battle in a matter of minutes.
She grabbed at Roane’s arm and forced his attention to her. “Do you have any idea what’s involved in taking a female witch’s magic?”
He shook his head and the heavy pit growing in his stomach told him he didn’t want to know.
“Magical rape is a vicious and vile thing to do to a woman. Far more than anything you can imagine.” She brushed tears from her cheeks, her face etched in grief. “Indescribable pain… She will wish she were dead and would be better off if it were so.”
Roane needed to throw up. He should have known better. Trust goes both ways in a relationship and he’d failed to believe in her. Goddess help him…
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