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Davrik took a deep, startled breath but then let it out slowly.

“All right,” he said in a low, measured voice. And what did he do? Don’t be afraid to tell me, baby girl—I need to know it—all of it,” he added.

Feeling like she was drowning, Sonya did.

“He…he told me to take off my clothes,” she began. “And then he wanted…wanted me to lay naked on the bed with…with my legs spread.”

She could feel the big Kindred’s large frame clench tight but he only said,

“Go on,” in that same low, measured voice.

Feeling helpless to disobey, Sonya told about the huge metal dildo and how the Trollox had insisted she shove it inside herself.

“Is that why you’re walking like something is hurting you?” Davrik asked her.

Biting her lip, Sonya nodded.

“That and…other reasons.”

“Other reasons?” Davrik demanded, his voice filled with fury. “What else did he do to you? Don’t worry, baby girl—I’m not mad at you,” he added when she froze. “I’m mad at myself for believing that fucking Sluggorn and letting you go with him. And I’m beyond furious at that fucking Trollox, daring to touch you!” he added.

In short, clipped sentences, Sonya explained how the monstrous Trollox had basically jerked off on her.

“And when it hit my skin, it was black and oozy—like some kind of tar. And it burned like hot tar too,” she explained. “Some of it even got in my mouth!” She swallowed hard, remembering the acidic, nauseating, rotten taste. “It…it made me gag. I ran to the bathroom and threw up and he—Grox—got mad. He said I had refused his ‘gift.’” She gave a little laugh that was more than half sob. “As if he’d offered me a diamond necklace instead of shooting that disgusting nasty mess all over me!”

“That bastard!” Davrik abruptly pushed her off his lap and rose from the bed. As the lights came on automatically to their low setting, Sonya watched him pacing back and forth in front of the bed, his big hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Her insides were clenched too as she realized that she had sealed her fate.

Why did you tell him all that? What’s wrong with you? demanded a little voice inside her head. Now he’ll never want to buy you—you’re used goods to him! What man would ever want you after knowing that you were covered in that horrible troll’s cum?

She huddled into herself and pulled the covers up to her chin. Davrik would never want her now—would never try to save her. She had ruined everything…everything.

THIRTY-SIX

DAVRIK

Davrik was so busy trying to control the Rage that wanted to take over his mind that it took him some time to notice what was going on with Sonya. He wanted to go kill that fucking Trollox for hurting the woman he loved! His instinct as a Kindred warrior was to go find the bastard and punch all three of the huge, lumpish heads until they were reduced to a pulpy red mess!

But he couldn’t give into those impulses now. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t avenge Sonya in that way. He would get kicked out of The House of a Thousand Flowers and never be able to see her again. He would lose any chance he might have of buying her and taking her away from this fucking place. He had to calm down—he had to control the Rage and not let it take over his mind!

He took deep breaths, willing himself to be cool and composed—willing the Rage to leave, to dissipate. Calm…he had to be calm and think rationally about how to deal with this situation.

When the crimson curtain that had dropped over his vision finally cleared, he turned to see that Sonya had withdrawn completely. She was curled on her side of the bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. Her face was hidden in her hands and her shoulders were shaking.

Davrik felt a stab of guilt. Here he was, nearly going into a useless Rage that wouldn’t help anyone, while the woman he loved was sobbing her heart out! He ought to be comforting her, not pacing around in a hyper-masculine fit of fury.

“Sonya…baby girl,” he murmured, getting into bed beside her again and turning her to face him. Her hands were still over her eyes but he slowly coaxed them away from her face.

“I’m sorry…so sorry,” she whispered. Her lovely brown eyes were red with crying and her whole face was a mask of misery.

Davrik felt like she had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart in her soft little hand.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, baby girl. None of this is your fault,” he murmured, swiping one thumb over her cheek to wipe away the tears that had collected there. “I’m not angry with you—I’m just so sorry I didn’t save you from that bastard! I never should have let you go—never! But I swear I’ll never let it happen again.”

She looked at him, her eyes wide and uncertain.

“Then…you still want me? Even after he…what he did to me? You don’t think I’m dirty or disgusting?”

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