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.
After a long time, a sharp tap came at his door. An unfamiliar voice called, “I know you’re in there. Please open the door. I swear I just want to talk.”
Derek had almost drifted off sitting in the bathtub. He wasn’t paying attention to his senses so he didn’t hear anyone come to the door. The sharp tap startled him upright and his heart hammered as he slowly and stiffly climbed out of the tub. He walked out of the bathroom to unlock the door and then backing up across the room, near the door to the bathroom again as he waited for whoever it was to come in.
This person’s eyes were as vividly green as the other three’s, but there was a wildness and a fierceness to her gaze that the others lacked. There were other folk on the estate — there had to be. Four women, however talented, could not care for such a place alone. But none of those folk were permitted to deal with new slaves.
She stayed in the doorway, holding his eyes across the room. In one hand was the folder Summer had tried to offer him. A flicker of change, there and gone in a blink, passed over her face. A flash of gold eyes, a glimpse of fangs between parted lips, a suggestion of striped fur — this woman was a shapeshifter too.
“This is why she asked you to stay. To learn how to be free again.” Carelessly, she tossed the folder on the bed, folding her arms. “Time to choose, Hale.”