Desire's Slave by Delilah Devlin

Author:Delilah Devlin [Devlin, Delilah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fiction
Published: 2016-04-12T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

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Drago stumbled into his room, and cursed as his foot slammed against the bed. When he didn’t find the phospher-pot where he thought he’d left it next to his bed, he cursed again. He toed off his boots in the dark, one at a time, and then wrestled with his shirt to get it past his head.

Reminded of Calandra’s difficulties with her kahfet, he sat on the edge of the mattress and swallowed past the bitter lump that lodged in his throat. He sighed and skimmed the shirt the rest of the way off, then sat staring into the darkness.

After paying off Gilbert and Kaspar for their share for her capture, he’d tried to drown his memories in enough ale to allow him to sleep just one night without regret. Since leaving Calandra at the palace gate, his mind had raced trying to find a way to get her back. The pocketful of gold he’d earned wasn’t nearly enough to buy him access to the exclusive sale, let alone enter a bid.

He flopped back onto the mattress, then immediately regretted moving so swiftly. His stomach lurched, and the room spun. Still, he hadn’t drunk nearly enough to drown his guilt.

Or to mask the aroma of warm goat and manure that emanated from the other side of the wall. Due to his excellent advertisement of Calandra, the auction had drawn buyers from all over Arturia. The only vacancy he’d found was a room attached to a stable. His stomach burbled and knew he was going to be sick.

A scrape sounding from the floor next to his bed was all the warning he got before something heavy fell over him, immobilizing him. As Drago struggled against the weight that settled over his legs and arms, a male voice broke in, “Darling, I think you have his attention.”

Suddenly, yellow-green phospher-light illuminated the room. Drago found himself face-to-face with a very large, very angry woman—if the fierce scowl that pulled her black brows together was any indication.

Drago forced a nonchalant grin. “How may I be of service to you, ma’am?”

“You son-of-a-bitch,” the dark Amazon screeched, then rammed her fist into his bare belly.

As Drago struggled to catch his breath, he realized he was in real trouble. He’d bet all the gold in his pocket that he was staring at one of Calandra’s friends. Another escaped convict who looked ready to commit murder.

“Mary dear,” the male voice said, “have you blown off enough steam yet? We need to get down to business.”

The woman atop Drago growled. “Five minutes. Just give me have five minutes.”

Drago grimaced, expecting more of the woman’s powerhouse blows, and knowing it would be foolish to deflect them.

Her scowl grew darker, but she shifted.

His arms were freed. Not knowing if the man held a weapon, Drago kept his arms at his sides.

Straddling him still, the woman sat back, preparing to climb off. She halted suddenly, her eyes narrowing, and then delivered another breath-stealing blow to his abdomen. “There’s more of that where that came from,” she warned.

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