Page 73 of Reclaiming Quinn
“Then after, Master.” Deke smiled. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Deke could smell the arousal, and it disgusted him. Klein closed the door and strode off down the hall, humming to himself.
“That was impressive,” Zach whispered. “I wanted to hurl just listening to it.”
“Imagine how I felt.”
“So how do we do this?”
That was the big question. “We’re going to have to play it by ear. I mean, I have no idea what’s going to happen. Will Klein expect that I’ll do this in front of everyone?”
“You wouldn’t actually do it, would you?”
It sickened Deke. “If I had to.”
“I never could.”
It surprised Deke when he said, “You’d do what you have to, and I think you know it.”
And if he had to debase himself, he would. For Quinn and for the humans. They would get out, no matter what Deke had to do to ensure it happened.
They sat quietly, each lost in his own thoughts. Several hours went by until the door opened again. The guard came in.
“Let’s go.”
He turned and stomped off down the hall. Deke slid to the floor and dragged himself after the guard. When they got to a room, the guard nodded toward it.
“In there. Klein says to be ready. There’s a kit to clean yourself out and some soap to shower with.” He shook his head. “You fags disgust me.”
“Don’t knock it until you try it” came the voice from behind him.
He spun and came face to face with Zach, who slammed his hands on the sides of the guy’s head and twisted hard. The snap was audible, as was the last wheezed breath from the sadistic fucker who’d tortured them both. Zach dragged the body inside and closed the door.
“That’s one down,” he said, seemingly proud of himself. “Goddess, I haven’t felt this alive in years.”
“I’m glad you feel so good,” Deke drawled.
“Hey, this is because of you. I’m eternally in your debt for what you’ve given me.”
“Get me out of here and back to my mate and we’ll call it even.”
“Will do. You have my word you will get home if I have to slaughter everyone here.”
“We might have to do that. None of these people can be allowed to live if they’re hurting humans or other wolves. I wish Gareth was here. It’s his department to decide who lives and dies.”
“As head of the Vampyri, my life was also about making those decisions. I hated that part of the duty, but I can still do it. And you’re right. These people who trade in bodies deserve no mercy. If we can take them alive to face your Alpha’s punishment, then so be it. If not….” He shrugged. “We will do what we must.”
It made sense as far as Deke was concerned. They’d hurt and murdered, and some of them had probably eaten flesh. They deserved what happened to them. “Time to get into my fur.”
The change came over Deke slowly. It hurt more than normal, but that had a lot to do with him not having any real sustenance for nearly two weeks. Bones elongated, then snapped and reformed. His ribs tightened as they drew in, sucking the breath from him until his lungs were capable of drawing a breath for the wolf. It was painful, but so damned glorious that when he was finally able to be his wolf again, he had to stop himself from howling his pleasure.
“You are a beautiful wolf,” Zach said, peering down at him.
Deke preened a little. With his hesitance at going out, Quinn had yet to see more than a glimpse of Deke’s wolf. Deke had often thought about showing him but feared it would hurt Quinn’s feelings that he couldn’t shift. Or didn’t believe he could. When Deke got home, that would change. He would work with Quinn to let his wolf know it was safe for him to come out again, and the two of them would run the lands of Lydon.
“Good luck,” Zach said as he stepped into a dark corner of the room, all but disappearing into the inky depths.
They didn’t wait long. A few minutes later, two voices sounded from down the hall.
