“Patience.”
Bay fisted his hands and rested them on his upper thighs. “What do you want me to do?”
“I wonder what the rest of your students would say if they knew how good at following commands you are,” Sila said. “That the stern, cold as ice Professor Delmar they all know and touch themselves to at night gets hard and dripping when someone else takes control.”
“That’s not…” Bay glowered.
“Please. Don’t pretend you haven’t heard the rumors about yourself. You know half the student body wants you. But,” something shifted in the background, but it wasn’t enough to clue Bay into where Sila may be, “you’re leaking formeright now, aren’t you, Kitten?”
“Varun.” He wasn’t sure if he was scolding him or not.
“Have you soaked through your pants yet?” Sila asked. “If you’re as horny as you should be, you’re going to want to rush out of there as fast as you can so you don’t give people the chance to notice.”
“What?” Bay’s eyes went wide.
“Oh, did you think I would be coming to you?” He grunted. “I might have gone easier on you earlier, but you had to go and piss me off.”
Was he talking about Bay’s comments about the bridge?
“That was a long time ago,” Bay said just in case. “I wasn’t trying to imply—”
“Get up and get moving,” Sila cut him off. “The second you step out that door the hunt is on.”
His dick twitched painfully at the promise. “Hunt?”
“You’ll run, just like in the forest.”
“But…” The streets were still packed with nightlife. “That’ll draw attention.”
“Exactly.”
“What if someone—”
“No one will come to your rescue,” Sila told him. “This is Vitality, remember? They’ll assume you’re running from the Brumal and won’t risk getting involved. How do you think they’re able to get away with so many crimes? Didn’t you hear about the two bodies that were found dumped?”
Bay had. It’d been all over the news.
“Even Kelevra knows better than to bother looking into things. Baikal and he are clever. They run this city through fear and promises. So long as no one sticks their nose where it doesn’t belong, they won’t have to worry about suffering the wrath of the Devils of Vitality. That’s how the worst of the worst get away with things in the bright of day. Willful negligence is what makes it all possible.”
It was bleak, but true. Idle Delmar had been a respected member of society. Most of her friends had already died of old age or other illnesses, but she’d had a few still living when she’d passed. After the funeral, they’d all turned their backs on Bay, unwilling to get involved when he’d contacted them asking for help with the case. They’d known his grandmother the same as he, had to know the accusations about her were bullshit and yet none of them had been willing to speak in her defense.
And that had been against a low-level gang like the Shepards.
Sila was right. If there was even a slight chance someone had angered the Brumal, no one in their right mind would dare get involved.
“Where am I running to?”
“Anywhere,” Sila said. “Just run far and run fast. I’ll catch you, baby.”
Bay grabbed his multi-slate, not bothering to reattach it to his wrist. He could use it to help shield the view of his straining dick, hopefully that would be enough. Once he was running he wouldn’t have to worry, but walking out of here it would be more obvious.
Nervousness ate away at him as he got to his feet and started for the exit, keeping his eyes on the door as though that would somehow help to keep all others off him. The waitress who’d helped him was standing nearby it and she smiled and gave a small bow as he approached, but her gaze never wandered down his body.
As soon as he was outside, he took a deep inhale of the chilled night air, still holding the multi-slate in front of him.
“Run,” Sila’s order came clipped, and that was all it took.
He was a respectable member of society, a professor at the most elite school in the Dual Galaxy.
