There was a round of laughter from the men, some of them nudging the others with their shoulders, winking, the grins becoming salacious.
Tore chuckled. “Now, now. It’s not one of those kinds of sessions, although if you’d like to see one of our more adult-catered exhibits, please see one of the attendants on your way out to reserve your seat.”
Larkin opened her eyes—her bright blue eyes. I remembered them all too well, ones I saw every time I closed my own. But that hazy expression changed as she realized where she was, a frantic look covering her face.
She knew where she was. She knew what was about to happen… because it’s happened tae her before.
My female started pulling at her restraints, but despite being an Otherworld species, she was delicate, her strength that of a human’s. My sweet little mate was far too weak and drugged to break free, even if she weren’t clearly drained of energy, hurt, and malnourished.
“Lass.” The word was nothing but a brutal croak from my throat. I wanted to be strong for her, to show her everything would be okay, but I couldn’t break free to get to her. I couldn’t protect her… again.
And when D gripped her hair hard enough she cried out, I roared, the chains rattling against the wall as I pulled on the cuffs, yanking until my skin broke open and rivulets of blood poured down my forearms.
“No more. No more, please,” she murmured hoarsely over and over again, and I didn’t think my heart could break any more.
What had they done to her?
“Awe, my sweet Larkin. My sweet girl.”
She turned her head in my direction then, her blue eyes so big and wide with fear, her body tight as she anticipated pain.
She’s used tae this. Aw, gods, she’s used tae this.
Her vision cleared, her eyes flaring for another reason as we stared at each other. Recognition.
“Od… Odhran? Is that really you?” She was crying now, big tears streaming down her face, her pale skin streaked with dirt.
It was then I truly took in the state of her, how the gown she wore was tattered and ripped, the skin I could see dirty, her feet bare, bruises covering her legs and arms.
They’d hurt her. Repeatedly. All these years.
I was a growling, feral mess, never taking my gaze off her, my chest feeling like someone had ripped it open and torn out my heart.
“I’m here. I’m here, lass, and I’ll take ye away. I’ll protect ye this time.”
The deep laughter in the room had me slowly looking at each man, memorizing their faces, knowing I’d kill every one of them.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Tore announced, “enjoy the show.”
Chapter
Nine
Larkin
Days later
I knew it was late, although I didn’t know what time it was, hadn’t seen the sun, the moon, or the open skies in so long.
But my body had become accustomed to the long stretches when they left me alone. That was when I slept. But tonight, I was awake, the same blanket pulled up to my chin while I stared at the cement above me as I thought about Odhran, remembered his roars and screams while they tortured me right in front of him.
I knew from listening to my parents that although I’d been the one physically harmed, Odhran felt it too, maybe even worse. He wanted to get to me so badly that I smelled his blood coat the air as he strained against his bonds, making his wrists raw.
And they all laughed and cheered and shouted for more.
I passed out at some point during it, a small miracle, but another part wanted to stay awake so I could see him, look into his eyes that I’d only been able to dream about for far too long. Gods, how I knew he was suffering right now, worried about me and blaming himself. I’d seen that truth written on his face, a misery that would forever be etched into my brain.
I closed my eyes, squeezed them so tightly I gave myself a headache. After rubbing the pain away, I exhaled and knew with a sickening feeling in my gut that they’d do this over and over again, torture me in front of my mate, knowing it would destroy him.