Page 17 of Kings Fear No One
It’s just the Leader waiting for us.
“Close the door,” he says.
I can feel how tense Logan is as he grips the brass handle and snicks it shut. His restraint is held by a thin, invisible string.
“Come here. Both of you.”
Logan keeps half a pace ahead of me as we step toward him. The mood couldn’t feel more tenuous and unpredictable. I’m holding my breath, unsure what to expect.
“Strip,” the Leader says. “Then join me on the bed.”
Logan’s left arm darts out to keep me from moving. “Join you on the bed?”
“You heard me. Tonight it will be the three of us.”
5
LOGAN
“She’s my wife,” I grit out, crackling like a live wire on the inside.
“She is your wife,” the Leader says. He stands up from the armchair and unties his robe to reveal he’s got nothing else on. “But what do we believe about those that lead us?”
I refuse to answer, too busy glaring at him. I’m fighting the urge to smash my fist into his pale, smug face, and contemplating my punishment if I did. Would it be worth it?
Only if I break his fucking jaw.
“They are all my wives,” he reminds in his cocky tone. He reaches out to stroke Teysha’s cheek. “I can have them whenever I want. Surely you remember that from Grace.”
My fists shake at my side. “She’s never… she’s only been with me.”
“Excellent. That is why she was chosen after all. For her to be shared among our family.”
Teysha grabs my arm and shifts behind me. She’s communicating what I already know. The only way she’s made it through what she has is because she’s been mine. She’s found comfort in the fact that I’m the only one.
No one else touches her.
“Come here, my beautiful believer,” the Leader says.
“We’ll perform for you,” I snap. “We’ll do what we’ve been doing. You said it was entertaining.”
“I did. Which is why I want to experience the same. Are you disobeying me, Believer Logan?”
My fist tightens. I’m unable to keep the violence from my glare. I’m unable to stop gritting my teeth and imagining his skull cracking clean open.
“Take off our wife’s dress,” he orders. “Now… or the guards will be called in here.”
Every movement becomes stiff and unnatural.
I hold in the explosion and fumble with fingers shaking from rage. Teysha’s tattered dress is pulled over her head. I turn her toward me to keep her hidden.
…as much of her as I can when she’s wearing nothing.
The Leader’s grin widens. “Lay down on the bed, sweetheart.”
I grip her arms tighter. “That’s not necess?—”
“I believe I am speaking to our wife, Believer Logan. Go on, sweetheart. Get on the bed. On your back.”
