“I don’t have any heels. I’ve been living in your T-shirts and boxers for over a week.”
He pulled away from her neck and set a kiss to her lips. “We’ll have to fix that. I’ll let Anna know to order you some clothes. And heels.”
“In the meantime, I’ll see if Calla has a pair I can borrow. Or Sabelle.”
His lip twisted with disgust as he shook his head. “I don’t want the same heels that’ll have dug into my brothers’ backs.”
“Do you all enjoy the same kink?”
“I haven’t a clue what my brothers are into. All I know is their mates have developed an obsession with shoes since living here. I find them everywhere. The library. The game room. The Wreck Room. Nobody wears heels to work out.”
Ava frowned before her brows winged up with intrigue. “Do people fuck in the gym?”
“Depends on the people. Two mated couples? They’ll fuck in front of you, if they feel up to it.”
“Promise me we won’t ever be one of those couples.”
“Never. When I fuck you in the gym, you’ll be wearing nothing but Nike’s.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she caught his lip, dragging it between her teeth, before kissing him. “Have a good day at the office, baby. I’ll send you some texts later. Perhaps a preview for tonight.”
Calix hung his head and shook it as if trying to shake the visual. “Christ, I won’t be able to concentrate on a damn thing.”
“That’s kind of what I’m hoping for.” She smiled against his lips, giving one more kiss, and released him. “A girl could get used to this, you know.”
“If that girl is you, she should.”
As Calix strode out the door, Ava lay back on the bed, staring up at the gods painted across the ceiling. Only a short time ago, she’d stared at dull cement walls and ceilings, praying that she’d die during one of the injections, or that someone might find the underground hospital and save her.
She never dreamed she’d escape on her own and end up sprawled out on Calix’s bed in luxury. And the last thing she’d ever expected was for Logan to have forgiven her, going so far as to hunt for her and name his firstborn child after her.
Like a dream come true, she’d made amends with the brothers and their mates. Not a chance in all of Obsidius would she screw things up again.
At knock at the door, Ava covered herself with the towel just before a sliver of light sliced through the darkness.
“Miss Ava, dear, Master Calix has asked that I assist you in picking out some clothes.” Anna hobbled in, pushing a silver cart, upon which a laptop sat open.
Ava sat upright, holding the towel to her breasts, and tugged at the slit that showed most of her thigh. “Oh. I … didn’t expect that so soon.”
Anna’s eyeballs tracked her up and down. “Well, we can’t have you walking the halls in nothing but a bath towel. A few of the boys in this house would appreciate that a bit too much. Particularly Master Zeke.”
“Yes, of course.” Keeping the fabric to her chest, she kicked her feet over the edge of the bed and watched as Anna pulled up a website.
“Master Calix asked that you choose a wardrobe of clothes. And he asked me to remind you not to forgot the shoes.”
Ava slapped a hand to her mouth at the joke Anna wasn’t privy to. “Yes, we can’t forget the shoes.”
“I’d say a pair of black stilettos ought to please the Master. Wrath skin is rough for the wear, as I’m sure you know.”
The warmth of embarrassment filled Ava’s cheeks at the same time a snort of laughter escaped her. “Um. What?”
“Who do you think has to clean up all the shoes left lying about?” The old demon winked and cleared her throat. “Now, let’s get you something to wear, child.”
With a smile plastered to her face, Ava settled in beside the female. Things had definitely taken a turn for the better. And Ava’d be damned if she’d ever allow herself to be subjected to Oliver and his sadistic torment again.
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From the corner of her eye, Thais caught the lanky male staring down at her as she lay chained to the bed. With her gaze set beyond him, blurring out of focus, she didn’t bother catching any of the details in his face. Instead, she contemplated what the hell had just happened.