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flinched but didn’t move or respond. Her pupils were huge, the blue and brown rings
    of her irises the thinnest sliver of color. What was wrong with her?
    He took a quick step back to put some distance between them to clear his mind. The
    aftershocks of his release still echoed through his body, and his instinct demanded he take her
    again. That he fuck her over and over until she was satisfied. Instead he turned his back on her.
    Her voice, at once smooth and rough, scraped over his raw nerves. “You will be fed. Then
    we will see if you can earn the right to take me. Get ready for a fight, Prince.”
    Cold and harsh, her words held none of the warmth she had displayed while being trapped
    in his arms. He cursed himself for his weakness and kept his back turned so she couldn’t see the
    reaction his body had to her words. His cock swelled with anticipation, but he knew the instant
    she left the garden because he began to soften. He clenched his hands into tight fists as his cuffs
    locked together in front of him, and tried to hate her as a servant led him from the garden and
    back to his prison.

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    Chapter Five

    Devnar closely examined the three closed doors before him with interest. Each was made
    of solid black metal and no different from the other in size or shape. As he flared his nostrils, he
    took a deep breath of the air and detected the musk of two unfamiliar, healthy males. The small
    room gave no hint as to why he was here. A sturdy bench holding a pitcher of water and three
    ceramic cups stood against the far wall.
    The servant that had led him to the room would give him no indication of what was inside.
    Everyone here seemed fiercely loyal to their Mistress and unwilling to talk to him. The only time
    he had ever gotten a reaction was when he had called Melania a bitch in front of his groomer.
    The man had been massaging his back at the time, and he gripped Devnar’s nerves into a cruel
    pinch and informed Devnar that if he ever wanted to walk without pain, he would mind his
    tongue about the Mistress.
    Anticipation curled through his stomach and fired his muscles into movement. Melania had
    mentioned something about a fight. While he didn’t imagine she would enter an arena with him
    and attempt to kick his ass, he was still intrigued. A good tussle would go a long way toward
    soothing his boredom. Going from training every day to being forced to lounge around had taken
    its toll on him mentally and physically.
    He rocked back on his heels and glanced down at the thin, gold silk pants that covered his
    legs. He might as well be naked for as much protection as they provided. At least the boots
    they’d given him were serviceable. Once again the servants of this place proved to be no help in
    escape; they treated him more like an object than a person. Not like Melania. She seemed
    fascinated by him.
    His thoughts took a bitter turn as he ran over their time in the garden together. So she
    seemed interested in his clan symbol; she didn’t know that by admiring it, she had stroked his

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    pride. What aroused him even more was knowing he clearly affected her as much as she did him.
    There was a vulnerability about her that intrigued him and tugged at his heart.
    The door behind him opened, and Melania entered the room with two men being led on
    leashes. Instead of the gown from earlier, she wore the same leathers as when he first saw her.
    Tight and shiny, they fit every subtle curve of her slender body. On her right stood a muscular
    blond man with arrogant blue eyes; on her left stood a taller and leaner man with short sable hair
    and deep brown skin. A goatee framed the most sensual lips he had ever seen on a man. Each
    wore a silver version of the same pants he did. They studied him, and the blond smirked while
    crossing his lean, muscled arms over his bare chest.
    Territorial anger demanded he pound their handsome faces into the ground. Before he
    could