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licked you…” Orelia leaned forward, breathing in the scent of Faryn’s hair. Faryn only lifted her chin higher. “You know what I think? We have a virgin!” Orelia shrieked with triumph and turned around to face Wraith. Her eyes were wide with excitement but their depths were not filled with happiness but something more sinister. “You know what this calls for, Captain?”
    He raised a brow, knowing very well what it called for. While Faryn’s features remained passive, her gaze told him something else altogether—she stared straight ahead, challenge in her eyes.
    Orelia lifted the hem of her white gown and pulled it up her thigh, revealing a small jeweled dagger. “We must spill the virgin’s blood!”

Chapter Three
     
    Faryn tried not to react to the words Orelia spoke or the way the light glinted off the jeweled dagger at her thigh.
    Spill her blood? Did they mean to kill her? Was her end to be a virgin sacrifice?
    “Orelia, my queen,” Captain Noir drawled out. He drew closer to the queen and Faryn watched as the other woman’s chest rose more rapidly. Her lids grew heavy. Her reaction showed Faryn that this queen was half-besotted with the captain. Noir traced a finger over the queen’s chin. “I am willing to bargain for the girl as she is. Not tattered.”
    Orelia’s lip puckered out in a pout. She stroked her fingers down the length of Noir’s chest and lower still to his manhood. She gripped him tightly through his breeches. Faryn watched, mesmerized, as the flesh beneath the cloth of his breeches stretched and grew. When she lifted her gaze, the captain was looking at her, his dark eyes filled with…passion? Yes, passion. Desire.
    Did his flesh grow for her or for the woman who held him in her palm?
    His lips curved wickedly. Faryn gulped. He was most definitely growing hard for her.
    Dear God in heaven, what was she to do?
    She must escape. She glanced around the palace hall but her gaze was pulled back to the captain. He and the queen embraced, their mouths meeting in a kiss. A carnal kiss. Their lips slanting over and over and their tongues dancing in and out of each other’s mouths. All the while the captain stared at her. Faryn found herself licking her lips. Wishing she too could share in a kiss like that.
    Wicked girl! What was she thinking? To have such thoughts… Her family would be ashamed! Her betrothed would surely break their engagement. This place was bad. Very bad. And yet…
    Her eyes were opened to so much surrounding her. Her mind could never forget the experiences she’d had, the things she’d seen and felt.
    She flicked her gaze to the floor, where she tried to count the marks of imperfection in the marble. She’d only gotten to four before a pair of black leather-booted feet came into view.
    “ Mademoiselle. ” The captain held out his hand to her.
    Take it and she was saying yes to this fate. Run, her mind screamed. Run and never look back!
    She took his hand, the flesh and bone overwhelming her own with its sheer size, and she was by no means a dainty miss. Faryn was the height of most men, although slender.
    “You are mine now, chérie .” He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear, causing a shiver to race along her spine in a way that even the multiple mouths and fingers on her body had not. “But even the bargain I struck does not make you free from the queen. She has a request.”
    Faryn looked up into dark eyes, hoping to find a measure of comfort in them. For this was her champion who would take her away from this place, even if it was to be his slave in return. Somewhere, deep inside him, she sensed a goodness. Although not readily visible on the surface, she felt it. She trusted her instincts most of the time. Could she trust them now?
    “A-a request?” she stammered, unable to get control of her vocal cords.
    “Yes, my sweet.”
    Faryn peered over his shoulder and watched as the servants ushered the other slaves from the room. Orelia slinked into