Page 14 of Blood Moon

“I’ll be back for you, my little sprite,” I whispered, then closed the barred door with a soft click.

I’d officially lost my mind, but I was calmer than I’d been in years.

Leaving her to sleep off the sedatives, I went out to my living room, where Domenico sat deep in thought with his elbows on his knees, one hand rubbing his jaw. He looked up at my approach.

“Leo… you and I have been friends for a long time, and you know my loyalty to you knows no bounds.”

“I’m aware,” I replied when he paused. By the look on his face, I knew what was coming.

“But I answer to Gabriel. I won’t say a word about this unless I get questioned. If that happens, you know I cannot lie.”

“Again, I’m aware.”

He took a deep breath and let it out in a rush. “Okay then. I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. Between me and you? I hope you know what you’re doing.”

I didn’t.

But I was desperate enough to try anything.

“I can hold my own,” I assured him.

“I hope so.” He got to his feet and walked out of my condo.

I went to my office and sat at my desk. Then I logged into my computer and pulled up the camera feed. In the night vision of the expensive system, I could see her small form curled up on the bed.

Now all I had to do was wait.

Chapter6

Tinsley

“Play With Fire”—Sam Tinnesz (feat. Yacht Money)

My head was pounding, and my mouth felt like I’d been eating cotton balls. As I rolled to my side, my cheek slid on the satin pillowcase.

Wait.

Satin?

My eyes popped open, and I lifted my head to see where the hell I was. The last thing I remembered was stepping into the portal to come home with that coin. Except it was dark as pitch in the room.

Dammit. Had I arrived back here horny as fuck and gone to bed with some stranger?

Feeling down my chest and body, I found I was still dressed in my vintage hot pink Christian Dior suit. My shoes were missing, but I was dressed. Though the insides of my thighs were soaked, I breathed a sigh of relief. The needy ache that was there told me I hadn’t slept with anyone. Not yet, anyway.

But where am I?

When I sat up, bright lights snapped on, and I squeezed my eyes shut at the almost painful invasion of my poor eyes. After they adjusted to the lights seeping through my lids, I cautiously opened them.

My jaw dropped.

Because surely I was seeing things.

Rubbing them and blinking rapidly didn’t change my view.

I was behind bars.

In a giant… gold…cage.

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