Thai'ing the Knot by Sedonia Guillone

Author:Sedonia Guillone [Guillone, Sedonia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Amazon: B0043EV8XM
Publisher: Total-E-Bound Publishing
Published: 2010-04-25T12:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

“Call her now.” Cairn glared at Lascaux from underneath his hood.

Lascaux returned the baleful look. The coward had his crucifix to protect him. Without it, he’d already have been dead and he knew it. “Absolutely not.”

Cairn’s lips curled upward into an evil grin. “Very well.” He stepped over one of the chains shackling Lascaux’s legs and stood behind him. He pushed the gold crucifix he carried into Lascaux’s bare back.

Lascaux grimaced, biting back the searing pain as the object singed his skin. He screwed his eyes shut, straining against the iron shackles on his wrists and ankles that had him spread-eagled, suspended between the stone walls of the small chamber. The Soldiers had chained him and surrounded him with crucifixes in his own catacomb.

“Perhaps now you’ll change your mind.”

Lascaux dove mentally into his own psyche, sealing off his connection to Darelle so that she would not feel him as she always had. He knew only too well that if she knew what was happening to him, she would come to his aid, along with her guardians. The Coeurs Éternels could not refuse any being who suffered, not even him. Darelle would come to his aid and end up being killed.

Valmont, where the hell are you? Serge’s voice rose in their mind link, his tone near hysteria.

Damn. Serge was in danger as well. In that moment, Lascaux felt his love for Serge in its full force, something he never had allowed in all their time together. The thought of Serge meeting the same fate as Viola sickened him.

Serge, get the hell away from me, he answered psychically, hoping that if he angered and hurt Serge enough, Serge would leave.

What are you saying? I’ve gone all the way to Paris looking for you. Serge sounded confused. The tone sliced through Lascaux’s conscience. Serge obviously had no idea what was happening.

Stay in Paris, goddammit. I don’t want you anymore, ever. Lascaux stared at the gold crosses, threatening to burn his skin again. And again. Serge, do you understand me?

I understand you, you piece of shit bastard.

Lascaux blocked off his mind link to Serge, giving the same message to all his protégés, at least the ones whom the Soldiers hadn’t already slain.

“Call her, dammit!”

Lascaux stared at him. “Never. You’ll rot in your grave waiting.”

Cairn laughed, that throaty, arrogant guffaw that made Lascaux grit his teeth. “How noble you are all of a sudden, Minhotep, protecting a protégé at the cost of your own skin.”

“I know what I am,” Lascaux muttered, forcing himself to ignore the pain in his back. Smoke from his burnt flesh curled in the dank air around him. Were it not for the crucifixes strung about the room, draining him of his powers, he would have already pulled the chains from the walls and turned on his captors, draining them of their lifeblood. Such a feeding, he decided, would be the most satisfying in all his centuries of existence. “But in spite of that, I will never lead you to her.

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