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But I wanted to know everything that happened. It was going to take a long time to feel safe within myself again. Vincent Geddes and Kie had done what a handful of years undercover hadn't: Made me doubt myself.
Watching him, despite the fact that he sat edgily on a couch about six feet from where Kie had been forced to kneel and that she simply knelt but not at a different level, it still somehow felt like he was on a throne and she was subjugated on the ground.
A look of panic raced across Kie's face when he told her that. Her fists tightened and then her hands splayed wide, barely catching her as she flattened herself on the floor, begging. "I'll do anything you want. I will! I'll pain slut. I'll degrade myself. Blood sports. Knife play. Breath play. Please, please don't send me away. All I've known is Vincent and you're my last link to him, please."
She didn't quite say; You took him from me, you owe me but she might have meant it.
Didn't matter. St. Martin had no intention of letting her stay.
"Norcross will be the kind of Master you need." His voice was flat and hard. I couldn't tell if he was battling down any kind of sympathy or rage. "You'll want for nothing and you'll get away with nothing. He'll get you into incredible physical shape and you'll serve him."
Kie's face crumpled.
For an instant, a long, foolish instant, I almost felt sorry for her.
But she was kneeling on her heels, one of the harder positions to maintain, and for the first time the fact of my own borrowed t-shirt and nothing else made me realize she was still fully dressed.
I opened and closed my mouth, keeping my head down. I didn't really want to see her naked. I'd had enough of anybody and everybody being naked. St. Martin was the type to call on me to strip if I suggested Kie be unclothed.
I liked even the small amount of security wearing the t-shirt gave me.
Plus. It smelled like Cole.
I looked at Kie again, who was being unusually quiet, and saw her hands had gone behind her back. From St. Martin's point of view it must have looked very submissive.
From my point of view –
The very human first response was to shout in panic: She's got a gun!
The cop response was to break into motion before I said anything and to say to St. Martin when he looked at me, distracted, "She's got a gun," in a calm voice that almost sounded slow but wasn't panicked. He could understand. He could react.
I was already halfway to her. The gun was just clearing the waistband of her yoga pants.
I reached for her. Kie's back was still to me, her attention focused forward on St. Martin. She didn't flinch when Benjamin crashed into me, shoving me roughly to the floor and diving onto Kie, driving her down and planting one foot on her wrist, even as the rest of him made certain she was under control, then searched her, then threw the gun almost negligently, as if it was the least important part of this, into a corner of the room.
He hauled Kie to her feet by the hair.
"Let go of her hair," St. Martin said instantly.
The guard, looking startled, released her hair and took her arm. Kie shivered as if cold and looked like she wanted to slide into the guard's arms.
St. Martin shook his head. He looked more disgusted than anything else. "Take her back to the cell. I'll contact Norcross." Just like that, Kie was history.
I hoped.
13
Cole
The instant Kie was out of the room, so was I.
Furious, I paced the main house, ran through the halls. Changing clothes, I headed out for a run. Annie would be back in her cell. She might even see me going.
We usually did this together.
We did a lot of things together.
Right now I didn't trust myself with her.
