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‘fucking’ speech out of the story, however. That was for her ears alone and God knows she’d be pathetically replaying that twenty times a day.
    Romaric was gawking at her like she’d gone to crazy town and maybe she had. She finally got control of her laughter enough to speak.
    “I’m not a piece of property that you can just claim, Romaric. And I’m not yours . I belong to no one except for myself. Now, kindly put me down. This has been … interesting, but I have a very busy day.”
    She didn’t.
    At her tirade, a devilish grin ate up his entire face and a terrible sense of foreboding wormed its way into the pit of her stomach.
    “Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, my beauty. You are mine and I’ve come to do exactly that. Claim you. For you see, Sarah, you are my Destiny. My Fate. You , my insolent beauty, are my Moira, which makes you One. Hundred. Percent. Mine.”
    Oh.
    My.
    Holy.
    God.
     
     

Chapter 9
     
    Geoffrey
     
     
    He’d been back with Xavier for all of twelve hours and it already felt like twelve fucking thousand. Xavier would never believe the lords—especially Romaric—had captured Geoffrey and let him escape unscathed, so he’d been forced to endure hours of agonizing torture at the hands of the lord before being set free. Which Romaric certainly enjoyed.
    But he was recovering fairly well and would be completely healed by tomorrow at this time. And although it’d repulsed him, he’d had to feed as he’d needed blood to recover, but he’d wanted nothing more than to take the sweet blood of his Moira instead.
    He’d taken a huge risk being captured by Romaric, but it’d been the only way. He’d told Romaric the entire truth … and was surprised that he’d been believed. In hindsight, being captured by Romaric was the only reason he was still breathing. Had one of the other lords captured him, particularly Damian, he’d be dead.
    The rumors about Romaric had been true, and then some. He was powerful, calculating and strategic. He was a formidable opponent, one that Geoffrey didn’t feel Xavier could best. Although he didn’t deserve it, he hoped to make an ally out of Romaric, instead of an enemy. If he could bring the lords what they needed to wipe that sick fuck out of existence, he stood at least a chance to make it back to his Moira alive.
    “And how is my loyal lieutenant recovering?” Xavier mocked, as he strode unannounced into one of the small, bare rooms in the Kentucky compound that Geoffrey now occupied. He had a bed, a chair, a desk and a small closest that housed a few items of clothing and that was it. It was all he’d needed until he could get the fuck out of this hellhole.
    He sat up, as agonizing as it was to bend at the waist. He was not about to be in a vulnerable prone position with the devil incarnate standing over him, waiting to decapitate him any second.
    “Better, my liege.” The knife wounds in his midsection were the worst as several had punctured his lungs. The strips of flesh that Romaric had so enjoyably removed from his back were far better and laying down wasn’t nearly as painful as it was when he’d first arrived.
    “Good. I’d hate to have to replace you.”
    He fucking wouldn’t. Xavier loved nothing better than breaking in new servants, as he’d so intimately learned his first sixty years on the job.
    “So, tell me again how you escaped with your life? Romaric Dietrich isn’t one to make such a grave mistake.”
    This had been the tricky part. Xavier was right. No one escaped the lords with their life intact. They were lords for a reason. If they wanted you dead, you were dead. Especially Romaric.
    “As I said, I had the amulet on me you’d procured from the last witch. It wouldn’t work with Romaric, but he was called away. I overheard his minions say that it was for some sort of strategy meeting with the other lords in their fruitless efforts to end your life, my liege. That gave me the opportunity to use its negating