I barked a laugh that kept going until all my brothers had turned to look at me. Bent over at the waist, slapping my thigh, I wiped the tears forming at my eyes.
"Oh, God. Sorry. Hold on a second. Wow. Uh." I took a second to catch my breath and then dragged a hand through my shaggy hair. "If you think binding Piper to one of us will bring her to heel, you are asking for an eternity of misery because that's just not going to happen."
"Ah, yes. She is quite the spitfire." Drake stared off into space as his head filled with the image of Piper screaming at him for something or another. Socks, I think.
She's going to be a hellion in bed,was Wynn’s sole thought.
"Really?" I rolled my eyes over to Wynn with a flat tone. "That's all you can think about right now? We're deciding Piper's future... the rest of her life which could very well be an eternity in this very basement, and you're thinking about how her personality will transfer into bed?"
Wynn smirked. "What can I say? You have your priorities, I have mine."
While my fist itched to punch a hole through Wynn's face, Antoine stepped between us and blocked my view of his smug face. "You bring up a good point, Rayne. We should not be making these decisions for her. Miss Billings... Piper... needs to decide for herself what she would like to do. Whether she would like to continue working here for us or if she would rather continue on with her life."
"Leaving here will not protect her from Valentine," I countered with a frown. "Even if we give her up, Valentine will take that as his chance to hunt her down and take her, just to spite us."
"Regardless," Antoine retorted, "it is not our decision to make. We cannot take away someone else's free will to make things easier on ourselves."
The mention of free will made us all grow silent. Free will was something all of us valued deeply. It was one of the reasons we had voted to leave our sire's home. There, the very notion of saying no was ridiculous. You did what the sire wanted regardless of your own personal feelings. Meaning that if you preferred women but he wanted to fuck you... well, you said, ‘How do you want me?’ If he wanted you to blow his visiting friend from overseas with the exceptionally hairy balls, then you bought a whole lot of toothpaste and took a knee.
Free will above all else.