Savage Chains: Scarred (#2) by Caris Roane Read Free Book Online Page B

don’t know, but I keep getting this feeling that I’ve been here before. Yet, I know I haven’t.
    Do you think someone has messed with your memories? I mean, is that even possible in your world?
    Possible, yes.
His thoughts went immediately to Sweet Dove. The woman was an Ancestral, part of the reason she’d been able to gain such complete control over him, to hold him all those years. Some of his chains had been preternaturally enhanced with her power, a kind of binding that took decades to sever despite how physically strong he’d grown over the years.
    But the question was, would Sweet Dove have taken his memories of being in this house before? If so, why?
    I find it awkward speaking to you but not looking at you,
Angelica sent.
    I know what you mean.
    And I feel dizzy suddenly.
    He glanced at her. Though there were hardly any people near the house, he still held her tight, but he could feel her trembling.
What’s wrong?
    I don’t know. I don’t like this, Reyes. Something isn’t right.
    I’m getting that feeling as well.
    What do we do?
She looked worried, a tight frown between her brows.
    We go forward. I want to know what’s happening here as well, but I’ll have to release you. It won’t look right to be supporting you this way.
    I know.
She removed her hand and he slid his arm from around her waist. Holding the leash, he gathered up the slack a little more.
    When he crossed the threshold Angelica gasped, as she should have. Even he was stunned by the sight of split curved staircases that met at an upper landing. A massive crystal chandelier hung from a forty-foot-high ceiling.
    Dozens of guests milled throughout the foyer and off to both sides. Elegant food stations ranged throughout, but he didn’t see an open bar. Reyes thought he understood, that Engles might enjoy a good party, but the drunken revels could take place dockside rather than in his dwelling.
    Engles liked control on every level.
    Reyes accepted more congratulations on his winning bid, just as Angelica received the once-over again and again. He didn’t like it and bristled more than once at a suggestive comment.
    Ignore them,
she sent.
    Reyes shook his head.
Is it that obvious?
    The chains speak your irritation every single time.
    He glanced around.
Are you hungry?
    A little.
    I’ll have you pile up a plate and hopefully find someplace private. Unfortunately, for show I’ll have to control what and how much you eat.
    Don’t worry about that. Let’s do whatever we need to do.
    He passed by a seafood buffet and wended his way to a less populated room that opened on to a side garden. Another buffet sat in the middle with a spicy aroma.
    Italian. How does that sound?
    Perfect.
    He ordered her to load a plate, then directed her into the garden. He wanted to have her stretch out on the chaise longue and kick off her shoes, but there were security cameras everywhere. He chose instead a chair and ottoman, so that she could take the subservient position in front of him.
    I’m pretty sure we’ll be on video again, so follow my lead.
    She lowered her head, nodding, holding the plate with both hands.
    You’re doing great. Just try to keep the fire from your eyes.
    Her lips threatened to curve.
The fire?
    Yes, you have fire in your eyes, one of the things I value about you.
    So, you value me.
    You know I do.
He wanted to tell her more, but several people had entered the garden and he risked his cover by appearing to hesitate.
We should get this show started.
    Ready when you are.
    He gestured to the ottoman. “Sit down, slave.”
    When she’d taken her seat he continued, “You’re to feed me.”
Can you make your hands tremble?
    Sure.
    She did an excellent job, preparing bites of food for him, her fingers shaking, her head down. He ate two forkfuls before he said, “You may have a bite, a small one.”
    She obeyed him.
    By now they had an audience, one that continued to grow. In Starlin terms, they were both famous. He sat back watching