“I’m sorry, Pagan,” he whispered into my hair.
If he was really sorry he wouldn’t have bribed me to come to this place. It wasn’t a meal it was a ... a... freaking orgy. More moans had joined in and I cringed in horror as women called out vulgar suggestions and men screamed nasty descriptions. This was nothing like I’d imagined.
“Father please, may we be excused?” Leif asked.
“Hmph, I guess. I don want to stop my party. You take de gurl and I’ll send de food to you.”
Relieved, I jumped up being careful not to glance back down the table and let Leif lead me out of the room and back into the safety of the large hallway.
“Ohmygod,” I whispered horrified. My mind would forever be traumatized.
“I’m sorry. I’d hoped since you were there father would contain that but--”
“But he’s a sick pervert,” I finished for him.
Leif started to open his mouth, but I cut him off.
“Don’t. I don’t care about what I’m supposed and not supposed to say about him here. That was the most revolting experience of my life. And you just let me walk right into it. No preparation or warning.”
“Because if I’d told you that was a possibility you wouldn't have gone and Father would have punished you.”
“And that wasn’t punishment?”
“No, he finds that entertaining. He’s the voodoo spirit over many things. Eroticism is one of them.”
“Ugh, oh, ugh,” I shook my head and started walking back toward the room that I’d been in earlier.
“Don’t you want to see the library?” Leif asked.
I thought about what I’d just seen and the idea that the library probably contained ninety percent p*rn was a major turnoff for me. “No, I’d prefer to go bleach my eyeballs and ears,” I snapped back at him.
“What about Wyatt?”
He’d used the power card. I stopped and glared back at him. I hated he had something to hold over my head. “If you were really sorry about tonight you’d send him to me.”
Lief nodded, “Done. And I’ll bring you food too. Normal food and a soda.”
I didn’t argue because I was sure once my stomach settled down from the disgusting scene I’d witnessed I would be hungry. It had been awhile since I’d eaten.
“You need to take the next right then it’s the third door on the right,” Leif instructed. I was good with directions so I hadn’t needed his reminder but I nodded nonetheless and picked up my pace. I was now terrified of what I might witness in these hallways.
The door was a dark purple with a large black skull carved out of marble mounted in the center of it. I hadn’t paid attention to that when we’d exited it earlier. I twisted the large heavy knob and stepped inside.
It was sad that this was comforting to me. Earlier I’d hated it. Now, after that horrid experience I decided I needed to get very well acquainted with this room because I wasn’t leaving it again.
Glancing down at my dress I wanted it off. It reminded me of the other women and I felt dirty wearing it. However, I didn’t see my other clothes anywhere and I wasn’t about to get nak*d.
Chapter Twenty- One
The door creaked open behind me and I turned expecting to see Leif with food but instead it was Wyatt. He closed the door behind him and a sad smile touched his lips. He was more solid than souls were supposed to be.
“Hey Pagan.”
I stared at him as it registered that he’d just spoken to me in my head.
“Wyatt, I’m so sorry,” I replied stepping closer to him.