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“Her,” I say, jerking my head back to where Raura is cowering against the wall.
“What?” Parker frowns. There’s no way he could have expected this.
“The woman. I want her,” I repeat.
Chapter 9
Raura
Shock surges and my head flies up at the words I just heard. For the past hour, I’ve been sitting here in a daze, pain wracking me as I’ve felt the bones knitting. Parker’s last little interrogation session was the most brutal one yet.
You didn’t tell them anything, Raura. You didn’t!
It’s the only thing that’s keeping me from crumbling right now. Except what I just heard sucks the wind from my sails.
“The woman. I want her.”
He has to be joking!
I stare at where the men are standing. Riot has his back to me, not even looking at me as he tells Parker that he wants me as some sort of prize.
Maybe I heard wrong.
“The woman?” Parker starts to laugh. “Well, well, well, boy. Looks like that big dick of yours isn’t just for show, after all.”
Riot says nothing as Parker continues to laugh.
This can’t be happening!
Parker will say no. I’m certain of it. The bastard hasn’t had his fill of torturing me. I’m pretty sure that he’s starting to realize that I’m not going to give up any information…but I think he’ll carry on just because he likes it.
I shudder as another wave of pain radiates from my arm. Sweat beads on my forehead.
“Fine,” Parker says. “A night with the girl. You’ve earned it.” He claps a hand on Riot’s shoulder.
Riot shakes his head. “Not just a night. I want to keep her.”
Parker releases a loud guffaw. “Keep her?” He laughs loudly again. “That’s pushing the envelope just a bit, don’t you think?”
“No. You said it yourself. I’ve earned it.”
“Yes, you got that right.” Parker nods. “Okay, sure. The bitch is no use to me anyhow. And what I’d get for her on the market is just a drop in the ocean compared with what you did for me today.”
Did for him? What did he do?
I don’t want to know. But I can guess because Riot is coated in a combination of blood and sweat. I swallow hard.
He’s going to kill me.
But would he? He’s shared his meals with me every day this past week. He didn’t say much after that first conversation, but each time the trays have come in, and after the guards have left, he’s set aside a plate for me.
Was it just a ploy? Was he planning this all along?
I keep my eyes fixed on his back, wishing he’d turn around so I could read his expression.
There’d probably be nothing there. The man is a closed book.
But even if he doesn’t kill me, what else does he have in mind? Because I doubt he’s harboring hopes of having a new chess partner.