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The wife was shielding the daughter, but her eyes knew what doing that would get her.
“Hitting your wife?” I sighed.
Don’t do this. Don’t get involved.
It was too late for that. I generally didn’t care what people did to one another. But that was adult to adult. This … this was different.
“You!” I barked at the wife.
“Y-yes?” she stammered, clearly terrified.
“Do you have access to his money, or some money, anything? Are you in his will?”
“Yes,” she said quietly.
“Good. You’re in charge now. This is all yours. I suggest you sell it and move far away.”
Abhed stiffened, trying uselessly to break my grip on him so he could escape. “What about me?”
I hauled him from the ground and used his back as a battering ram to blow open the front door as I stepped over the still-unconscious majordomo.
“You,” I said, grinning and baring my teeth, “are going to spend some time with others just like you. You’re coming with me to The Place Behind. The Court will judge you for your crimes.”
Abhed’s screams echoed into the night.
Chapter Eight
Mila
Istared down at the city of stone, speechless. We were behind the Falls. That should mean underground. Instead, a sun that was far too yellow to be normal shone down upon us. The day was bright and clear, and the light blazed, but it was actually rather cool. Everything had a mild sepia look, like a cheap movie trying to convince you it was filmed in Mexico. Except it was real and not a filter.
“Let’s get moving,” the man in gray ordered the brutes carrying me.
We started walking again, my body swaying in their grip as I hung upside down. My head was free, however, and I craned it around, trying to figure out what was happening.
The city of stone below us was busy. Figures moved through it as we walked down the ramp from the cliffs that lined the side of it. It was through those cliffs that we’d emerged.
I gaped as I saw all manner of creatures moving around. From short creatures that had to be dwarves to things of glitter andtentacle that were pure mystery, they came in all shapes and sizes. I saw a centaur trot by at one point.
“You’re minotaurs!” I gasped, staring back at my captors and their bull heads on human bodies, understanding starting to sink in.
As I looked at them—none responded—my eyes were drawn back up the ramp as someone else came out of the crack in the cliffs. They had to duck slightly to fit, and as they stood up, a black cloak slid free of their head.
I gasped. Those eyes! They glowed red, just like the thing I’d slammed into earlier in the night. He shrugged back the entire cloak, seeming to revel in the yellow light as it caressed his inky black skin and caused his onyx hair to shimmer.
Pearly white teeth revealed themselves as he stared down at me, and our eyes locked. He dragged someone after him, but I had no time for that. My focus was on the monster. Horns jutted up from his head, long and wickedly sharp looking, matching the malevolent glow of his eyes.
There was no doubt he wasn’t human, not entirely, but he had the facial features of an extremely handsome man, and his pecs were thick and powerful, probably bigger than my tits. Shoulders as wide as a truck held the cloak back while one of his biceps flexed, dragging the other person along with him as he descended after us.
I was half-naked and being carried by four bull-men, but I couldn’t shake the thrill of excitement that ran through my body upon seeing him again. The eerie red of his eyes under his hood had never fully left my mind during my flight. I’d written it off as a hallucination, something my panicked mind had come up with.
But there he was, in the light of day, such as it was, and I was still seeing him.
He seemed to be seeing me, too. My eyes traveled down his torso, noting how his shirt clung to his body. I also noted the tightness of his pants, particularly around his cock. Was that normal, or was his bulge growing as he watched me? I thought it was the latter, and my clit tingled slightly in response.
We halted at the bottom of the ramp, and I watched as he approached, dragging a short, round human behind him. At least, the man appeared human. After the past hour, I wasn’t about to assume anything.
A tall, slim figure covered in fur with a giant sloped brow strode by, momentarily occluding my view.
