Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
The key hung there from her hand, as she listened to him calmly. When he wound down, she let it go, sliding back out of sight behind fabric. “I can’t buy your loyalty with your freedom, then, hm?” She clasped her hands back together, eyes flicking to gaze out the window as they left the city behind abruptly.
“I … your kind aren’t the only preternatural creatures in the world, you know. Some of us hide more easily among mundanes.” Her gaze snapped back to his. “Some of us don’t hide. I’m trying to change things. The laws that make it possible for us to be kept as slaves, for one. It’s dangerous, and I can’t keep watch in all directions at once /and/ do the work.”
“You can’t buy loyalty,” he said, teeth bared again. “It’s earned. You can buy service.”
He listened with a cynical ear but understood what she meant. With a scowl out the window now he just shrugged. “I told you. You can buy service. I’m yours if I like it or not.”
“An unwilling bodyguard is worse than no bodyguard at all.” The comment hung there, as the limo turned up a shaded drive and came to a halt. Over the quiet sounds of the driver turning off the car and getting out, she said, “If I uncuff you, will you undertake to stay and do as you’re told for 24 hours?”