stormed in, the colder one in the lead. Their stench wafted past her as they strode to the man. Her head turned with their movements, horror dawning on her as the ruthless one lifted his hand. Auro, an inner voice whispered. The other one was Lyne.
The dark, unmistakable eyes of the man turned to hers before he was dragged into the center of the room. He made no sound, gave no outward emotions. Jamie couldn’t look away from him, from the utter hate that filled his gaze.
It burned.
Auro let his hand fall with quick precision. The hard sound of Auro hitting him had her crying out, shocked. It was clear on the man’s face that he blamed her for what was happening.
“Stop!” she screamed, latching onto Lyne. His face changed as he looked down at her, registering the indignation. Jamie was desperate. To stop them from hurting him anymore than he already was, to save herself, to figure out what they wanted from her. Her eyes blazed with pure fury as she stood to her feet, not caring that the priceless gown was now covered with blood and dirt.
“Why should he? Our pet looks like he is enjoying it,” he said with a sick laugh. Jamie’s blood churned, along with her stomach. She took a calming breath, despite the hate and terror that swirled around them all.
“Please,” she whispered, tucking her hand into his arm. The action made a complete change come over his face. Jamie felt as shock coursed through her before she hid it, tucking the knowledge away for use. Bile rose in her throat as she pleaded with him for the other man.
Shivers started to wrack her body, turmoil filling her mind. Auro was still beating him, his cruel laughter ringing through the room, the man soundless under the powerful hits. She dared to glance at him, and felt her heart break.
Auro’s fist slammed down, making an imprint on his back. Pain filled her, for him, for everything that was happening. Guilty, panicking, she pleaded with him and pressed closer to his side, knowing that it would work. “I’ll do anything for you, just take him back to my room. Take him there, and I’ll do anything,” she begged, tugging on him.
Murderous crimson eyes connected with Jamie’s. She froze, knowing that if he could have, he would have killed her. Lyne’s chest puffed up, yet the disdain for her remained. The man fell limply into the ground, not a muscle moving in the aftermath. Jamie cursed herself, the damnation she had caused herself ingrained into her mind, into her soul. For defying his brother, Lyne was going to use her deal to his advantage.
“Auro,” he snapped, flinging her away from him. The look of a virile man, of consideration, was gone, replaced by cruel calculation. “Take him to the rooms. Clean him. I want their coupling to be over tonight,” he said. By Auro’s shocked expression, it was obvious that Lyne rarely commanded him, or took charge of anything with such authority. He started to shake his head, but Lyne’s hiss stopped him.
The look he gave Jamie chilled her to her soul. She swallowed and wrapped her arms around herself, all of their eyes turning on her. The unknown man’s filled with hate, Auro’s filled with murder, and Lyne’s filled with authority.
Jamie looked away, towards the door. As much as she wished she could make a run for it, she had to stay for him. He had probably done nothing to deserve this, and since she was dragged in, she wasn’t leaving without him. Once they were out, they could go on with their lives and hopefully forget about everything.
She knew the thought was ridiculous, false. Still, she hoped.
“Yes, brother,” Auro spat, yanking the man to his feet. A viscous roar came from him then, and he lashed out, catching Auro on his chin. Jamie watched with horrified fascination as he rounded on the pale man with a murderous fury, Lyne jumping in to stop the attack.
He was on the ground in seconds, eyes shut, blood pooling at his temple. Her heart pounded before Auro picked him up with such ease that she blinked. A tear slowly fell down her cheek, watching him walk away. “He is going to my room?” she blurted once Auro had left. Lyne paused, looking down at her as if he had forgotten about she was there.
Then he nodded, a perverted smile gracing his weathered face. “And you’re going to mine.”