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.
When he woke up again, Summer sat in his little chair, one leg neatly crossed over the other. Her head was bent over a tablet, red hair pulled back smoothly in a bun. A tray with a bowl and cup sat on the table. She reached out absently and touched the edge of the tray, and steam rose from the bowl and cup.
After a moment, her green eyes flicked up to meet his. “Did you sleep well?”
Derek was extremely disoriented when he woke up, the smell of someone in his room rousing him more than anything. He couldn’t tell how long he’d been asleep, only that it’d felt like years. He crouched away from the voice, pulling himself up toward the headboard of the bed. When he finally blinked his eyes open, he saw Summer once again and his nose picked up the smell of what was on the tray.
“Fine,” was the reply, his voice thick and low with sleep, rough from the rest he hadn’t had in a long time.
She considered him for a moment, head to one side, and folded both hands over the tablet screen. “If you’re up to it, I’d like our doctor to take a look at you. She won’t be able to do anything about those emotional scars, but we can at least help make sure your wrists don’t scar.”
After a moment of silence, she stood up. “My name is Summer, in case I forgot to tell you that. I’m an empath. You’ve met my cousin Spring, who heals, and my twin Winter, who is a mundane but very important to us all the same. You probably won’t meet Autumn unless you decide to go outside, and we don’t have any other guests at the moment.”