Enslaved (Brides of the Kindred Book 14) by Evangeline Anderson Read Free Book Online

galloping in the pastures of
purple grass and pink gana flowers in
the fields by her mother’s house…and her mare, Silk, tossing her glossy main
and neighing like thunder the moment she caught sight of Trin coming over the
rolling hills towards her.
    The
two of them were old now and they had never managed to breed for some reason.
Every time Trin spoke to her mother she was afraid one or both of them might be
gone but they carried on, always happy to greet her when she made one of her
increasingly infrequent trips home.
    But
could she really equate the Havoc she’d inadvertently bought to the large
equine pets she’d left back home? For all his voice didn’t allow him to speak
much, he at least was able to manage a few words. And there was awareness
burning in his striking eyes—intelligence she couldn’t deny just because he was
male. Intelligence and something else…some veiled threat or barely buried rage
she couldn’t name but also couldn’t discount.
    Trin
decided she would have to keep a close eye on him. Though she hated to admit
it, Sidna was right about one thing—the Havoc was big enough and strong enough
to cause a lot of damage and injury if he went on some kind of a rampage.
    She
patted the stunner in the pocket of her black flight jumpsuit. She wasn’t going
to give him a second chance unless he earned it.

Chapter Five

 
    Thrace lost
track of the time he spent chained to the narrow cot. He spent many long hours
trying to force the memories which had been unearthed like half-rotted corpses
back into their crypts. It wasn’t easy. Being restrained and unable to do
anything for himself brought the past back strongly—too strongly to be denied
or ignored.
    To
counter it, Thrace
instinctively knew he needed something positive. Something to take his mind off
what he had suffered, something to distract him from the agonies of the past.
    He
chose his new mistress, Trin.
    Not
that she was really his mistress—he sure as hell wouldn’t call her that even if she had bought and paid for him. He did accord her the title of “captain.”
She owned the ship he was prisoner on and kept the crew in order and she
appeared to do it effortlessly—though he knew from personal experience it was
much harder than it looked.
    He
could hear her talking to various crew members from time to time since their
voices echoed in the long, metal corridors and he had to reluctantly
acknowledge that she handled herself and her responsibilities well.
    Her
calm self possession in the face of his own rage was also remarkable. Thrace
had known fully grown males who cowered when he was in one of his moods. Trin
simply spoke gently and looked at him with those big, dark eyes, meeting his
gaze without fear or any anger of her own.
    All
in all, impressive.
    Not
to mention fucking gorgeous—a fact he mostly noticed at night.
    Though
she mostly dressed in the black flight jumpsuit which covered her considerable
curves, she always came to check on him before she went to sleep. At those
times, she was usually dressed for bed and her sleep outfits were considerably
more revealing than the jumpsuit—a fact that wasn’t lost on Thrace.
    Trin
didn’t seem embarrassed to walk around half dressed in front of him at all. At
first he’d thought she was deliberately teasing him. When she leaned over him,
showing the creamy brown swells of her breasts or walked past his cot in a
slip-like garment that barely covered her to mid thigh and showed her long,
smooth legs, he was sure she was tormenting him on purpose.
    But
gradually he came to understand she didn’t realize what she was doing. It was
as though she thought of him as an animal—one of her pet horses which she had
told him about when she came in to tend and check on him.
    It
was fucking insulting and yet, probably not that surprising when he thought
about it. After all, she came from a world virtually without males. How could
she know the effect she was having on him? She probably