Page 72 of Reclaiming Quinn
Chapter Nineteen
“WHAT AREwe going to do?” Deke whispered. It was a risk because they had to contend with a wolf’s hearing, but time had run out, and they needed to act.
“Kill them all,” Zach replied as he stared down at the workbench and focused on cutting the chicken.
“We don’t even know how many will show up.”
Zach slammed the knife down. “Then what would you have us do? Let them take the humans? Sell off that little girl?”
“No, of course not, but—”
“But what? We’re out of time, and our options are practically nil.”
It was truth, and Deke knew it, but that didn’t make it any more palatable. They needed to play this smart; otherwise they’d die and the humans would be sold off anyway.
“I… I have an idea.” Deke’s stomach churned at the thought, but he couldn’t see any other way to thin the people out. “What if I tell Klein I want to service his guests, make them more amenable to spending large amounts of money? He’s spoken on the phone with people, telling them about my… about Quinn’stalents. Maybe we can use that.”
Zach curled his lip in disgust. “That’s so wrong. And you know it won’t last long. They’ll scent the blood and they’ll come in force.”
“I agree, but we can take some down before that happens. What other choice do we have? We need to try and split them up, make them easier to take out in smaller groups. And we have to do it away from the humans.”
A deep groan rolled out of Zach. “I… see your point.” He speared Deke with a harsh glare. “That doesn’t mean I like it.”
“Do you think I do? This is my mate we’re talking about. He means more to me than anything in the world, and it hurts to use him the same way he was used by Ryker. It’s like he’s being raped all over again.”
The thought hurt so much. He hated that he was being disrespectful to Quinn.
Quinn? I really need you.
There was no answer, and Deke hated that. Deke shouted for their guard. When he opened the door, Deke swallowed hard.
“I need to speak with K… my master.”
The guard snorted. “Fag.”
He closed and locked the door again, but his footfalls heading down the hall let Deke know he was going to deliver the message. Sure enough, about five minutes later, the door opened and Klein strode in, a wide smile on his smug face.
“You wanted to see me, Quinn?”
“Yes, Master. I’d… I was wondering about the auction tonight.”
Klein’s eyes narrowed. “What about it?”
“I thought maybe your guests might be in a better frame of mind if you allowed me to… see to their needs prior to the auction.”
Klein stroked his scruffy chin. “Really, now. Well, that’s quite the change of heart. What brought this about?” he asked as he stepped into the room and closed the door.
“I’m a slave, and it’s my duty to serve my master in whatever way I can. I thought, maybe, if I pleased you….”
He left the rest unsaid. Mostly because there was nothing he could think of that would debase him enough.
“If you pleased them, then maybe you could please me after?”
“If that’s what you wish, Master.”
Don’t puke. Don’t puke. Don’t puke.
“That would make me very happy indeed.” He leered at Deke. “I would love to test you now, but I have a lot to take care of before the clients arrive.”
