to command and collar by cherise sinclair

“Shhh, shhh.” A big hand stroked her hair. Couldn’t… Her lungs spasmed like a fish on dry land, suffocating with air all around. Made for a medium-sized dog and so small she couldn’t straighten her legs, couldn’t stand up. “They tied a bandage around my ribs and put me back in the cage. “But he’d lost enough blood that he passed out.” She’d hurt so much, too much to glory in it. The pain had bloomed and grown and grown. Scream, slut.” She touched her ribs where the long slash had opened her to the bone. “He whipped me and then got the knife I’d used.” “I’ll cut you into pieces. He was crazy mad.” Blood everywhere, yelling, insanity in his eyes.

“I’m sorry you were not more accurate,” Master R said mildly. Enough that I got his shoulder and not his heart.

The blade punching through his shirt, then his skin, his flesh resisting. “When he returned for me, I stabbed him.” She swallowed. Blood trickling down her legs like warm water. “As the…men…were leaving, I hid a knife in my dancing scarves.” Crawling to the veils, pulling them around her, knotting one over the blade. “How did you manage to stab Lord Greville, and what did he do afterward?” “But if simply talking does this to you, then I need to know the rest, so I can help you through it. Gabi? And Faith? Not alone, not abandoned. You will continue with the counselor-she and Gabi can come here-but even so, things will set you off. As her trembling slowed, he said, “I know something of trauma. He waited, simply holding her, one hand running up and down her arm. How did being ordered to talk make her blurt things out like that? Warmth and strength enfolded her, not frightening her. He plucked her up like a dandelion and sat down with her in his arms. She couldn’t answer, just started to shake.Ī growl came from him. But…I think this is why you were hurt so badly?”īadly. He stared at her, then burst out laughing, and with the sound of his hearty laughter, open and pleased, the darkness in her head shrank. Her nausea eased.Īfter she’d managed a few breaths, he sat back, taking her hand again. The memories retreated, pushed away by his anger…for her.

To Command and Collar (Masters of the Shadowlands #6)(12)

To command and collar by cherise sinclair