“Let me go!” Nila continued to pummel my back with every step.
“I won’t put you down until we get there. I’ve wasted three hours of my life wondering where you were. I’m not going to release you just so you can escape again.”
“We’ve already solved the ‘what if I ran game.’ I know you’d hunt me down. I wouldn’t waste the energy trying to escape.”
I grunted. “At least you’ve learned one thing that’s valuable.”
“I’ve learned a lot more than that,” she muttered quietly.
Yes, like who Kite007 is.
My arm squeezed tighter around her. Bloody brother. The minute I had time, I would confront him with all the shit he’d caused.
Swallowing hard, I forced myself to slip back into the ice and embrace everything that I ought to be.
I had a debt to extract.
This was what was expected of me.
And I meant to do it fucking well.
It didn’t take long to arrive in the room where the First Debt would take place.
Tradition dictated where each one was to be carried out. And this one was the nicest location of them all.
As the debts progressed, witnesses would be called, but as this was the first, it was just me and Nila. Blessed silence and no critical eyes on my deliverance. Only the hidden video camera would document everything and go on file.
Entering the solarium, I locked the large glass doors and pocketed the key before gripping Nila’s waist and placing her on the ground. She immediately stepped backward, her chest heaving with fear.
If she passed out again, my brother wasn’t there to catch her. She’d fall, and I’d use her unconsciousness to place her exactly where she was needed.
“Where have you brought me?” She glanced around the space, taking in the palm trees, exotic ferns, orchids, and soaring three-story glass roof. The room was big, shaped like an octagon, made entirely from glass. It was hot, humid, and stuffy.
Perfect for being naked and encouraging skin to flush. To react to something painful and bloom.
“Be grateful it’s not the dungeon or the ballroom—both of those will be used, and both will be a far sight worse than this.”
Nila swallowed, the column of muscle of her throat contracting with nervousness. “You really are insane.”
I stepped forward, secretly pleased when she reeled backward. After spending time in my brother’s company, she had to remember who she truly liked. As much as she’d vehemently deny it, she enjoyed sparring with me.
And fuck, I enjoyed it, too.
“Mental health, Ms. Weaver. Need I remind you I’m in perfect capacity?”
Her head swivelled to a large post in the centre of the room. It was used mainly for fern seedlings and vines, before being replanted once their root system was strong enough. I wasn’t a gardener, but my grandmother often brought me and my sister in here to teach us about decorum and what was expected of us. She’d prattle on, all while tending to her beloved greenery.
Nila drifted forward, noticing what was hidden amongst the cleaned post and silk flowers that were there purely for morbid decoration.
Cuffs were chained to the top of the post, dangling down the sides. There was a winch and pulley so as to tighten the length of chain. It was simple, entirely in keeping with how they would’ve used a whipping post six-hundred-years ago.
She shook her head, swivelling to face me. “Whatever you’re about to do, stop.”
“Stop?”As if I have a choice.Smile for the cameras. We’re both on show.
“Yes. Just—find that morality I know is inside you. Show some compassion, for God’s sake.” She staggered to the side, another small vertigo spell.
I’d hated her weakness before, but now it could be used as an aid. Whenever she stumbled or fell, it meant I was getting to her. It meant I’d made my way beneath her skin and stressed her just enough for her mind to try and flee.
