When the violent reaction had slowed and our pulses were once again at a semi-normal rate he slammed both our hands on the graying parchment. The walls lit up, with a glowing fluorescent blue color. And then it was gone just as fast as it had started.
"What the hell did you just make me do?" I shouted.
His eyes narrowed considerably as they snaked from my head down my body slowly, his tone low and dangerous as his words filtered out penetrating me sharper than the knife had ever come close to doing. "I took your blood. Now there is nowhere you can hide that I won't be able find you pet. You took from me, I took from you. Tit for tat so to speak, I suggest next time you read fine lines inside a contract before blindly signing it. I own you."
Nine
I was freaking out, yet I managed to keep it hidden—just barely. I hadn't been able to see a way out of signing it, now the deed was done. Now reading it in a booth across from Ryder, I was considering a long jump off a tall bridge.
"I am not feeding you! Ever," I snarled reading the page again.
He snorted and slammed his own copy down onto the table. "It says only in the event that it is an emergency situation, for which my needs take higher demand than your prudish pride."
"I'm not a prude," I wasn’t. Was I? Some at the Guild said I was, but then I wasn’t a virgin either so I didn’t consider myself to be one.
"I bet you have never been naked with a man, not completely. I'm not speaking about clothes either."
Uh…wasn’t that what being naked meant? I groaned, rubbing my fingers over my temples. Adam sat one booth away from where I'd sunk into a booth in the back of the club to lick my wounds alone. Ryder had followed me like a proud peacock that was ruffling his feathers with his damn contract.
"That is so none of your business," I sneered not knowing what the hell he meant, only that I didn't want to go down that road of discussion right now. I needed coffee, or tea. Anything with an insane amount of caffeine would be welcomed right about now.
I scanned through another section finding yet another thing I wasn’t about to let happen. "You want to pick my clothes? What the hell is wrong with my clothes?"
His eyes took in my sleeveless top and sank lower as if he was sneering with disdain at my jeans. They were jeans for monkey butt's sake! "I have a certain reputation Synthia. I won't have it smeared with being shadowed by a child who wears the clothes of an immature teenager."
"I'm wearing jeans, half the country wears them!" I cried pissed that he was nitpicking everything about me.
"Don’t worry. You can pick out your own panties…for now."
I grumbled and continued to read, regretting being so hot headed and not reading before he'd taken my soul…if that is what he had done. I could still feel the heat boiling in my veins, but I had to determine if that was him or my anger.
"Why can't I date while in your employment?" I squeaked. What the hell was up with his sudden interest in my personal life anyway? Did it matter who I dated, or what I wore?
"It's to protect my interest. Besides, with a mouth like yours I'm pretty sure you don’t have men lining up at your door asking for a date."
I glared while chewing on my bottom lip nervously. Okay, I really didn’t have men lining up to date me, but as if I'd tell him that!? Oh hell no. "This is bullshit, we don’t even know who we are after or if they will make an attempt for your bride anytime soon. It could be…like weeks before anything happens!"
His eyes just stared at me, like I was the most brainless woman on the West Coast. When he didn’t say anything I continued. "This is only good until I find who is after the princess right?" I babbled as my panic started to escalate.
"It's indefinite, or until I decide otherwise. I'm Fae, we like to own"—his eyes moved to my chest and back up to meet my eyes—"things."
I swallowed down the urge to scream, it wouldn’t help me now. I squirmed in my seat, my nails sinking into the expensive leather of the booth's seat. My stomach was pitching, my mind running wild with the knowledge of what I'd done. "How long before I can be released from this contract?"
His eyes scanned me carefully. His lips growing taut as he considered it, but said nothing, just sat there and watched my reaction.
I'd tried to save my friends and in the process I'd lost my soul to him. If he wanted to fuck me, all he had to do was demand it! "I can't do this. I can't." I sputtered needing to get outside to get air. I was up and moving in the direction of the door before I had the words out from between my lips.
His hands dug into my flesh as he stopped me. I did the only thing I could think of, I threw a punch blindly which connected with his nose. Before I could even think "Oops," I was pinned against the far wall of the club by two hundred pounds of solid Fae pinning me there.
"Next time you touch me, I will punish you!" he roared.