o
f room that made you feel unde
shoes that had seen even worse ones, and the room, with its long polished table and its candelabras and it
ed a small bow that managed to exclud
t the head
arresting as it was. He was looking at something on the table in front of him, and he didn't look up
ed t
rmly either. Just a word, like sit was the most natural thing i
me to. Because my feet hurt a
d seen in four years collectively, roasted meats and steaming vegetables and things in small dishes that I couldn't name but
the oldest of the women
ng," I
looked
then it was just the two of us and approximately forty dishes neot hungry
n't sa
aid no
ot hungry are d
uth. Not quite a smile. More like the gho
ant to eat
adable attention that I was beginning to find more unsettling than anger would
since before the
im. "How do y
hange, but something underneath it did, a tightening, brief and cont
e one who got to define what was and wasn't acceptable for wh
have an opinion about," I said, "given t
d
ke you as its own cate
aid carefully, "as a
forward. You walked into that building and you took me and you put me in your car and drove
ng light across the table, and somewhere outside, something moved in
g for you for two years and found you on a platform a
lt suddenly
ears,"
es
ooking for me
es
hy
ong moment. Then he sai
refusing to examine since the moment his gaze had found mine across the auction house. Since the sparks that had moved through me when his hand closed around my wris
t," I
of
we you anything. You can tell yourself whatever story you need to tell yourself about why you took me, but that's
tood
t t but across a dinner table in a quiet room it hit differently, all that height
said simply w
ked. "
was necessary doesn't change the experience of it." He held my gaze
red a
t with whatever smells best to
cause I had prepared for anger or arrogance or the particular condescension of men who believed that owning something me
of something that might, in better lighting, have been dry humour, "
ng a conversa
onversation with me for
rritatingly
egetables that smelled extraordinary, and I served myself a portion, and I at
silence for a while. Him watchin
Your friends ar
saw them
thing flickered in my ch
quiet
il
like he was placing it somewh
idered. Not are your friends comfortable but is Lilly alright, and something abo
said. "She always has
dded
. "Why do you call
hat's what
an Om
held mine. "Rank isn't t
t that longer
e wolf," I said
alks to
n trying to di
mile again. "I k
d been refusing to examine. The pull low and certain and nothing like the faint, romantic notion I had grown up associating with the concept of fated mates. Thi
too
something I had planned to say and which cam
ike it was instinct, and the formali
of
ed at t
he said. "This mor
urn around
you to k
door frame, not quite able to make myself l
change anyth
aid. "I'm tell
le
ood panelling. I walked without a destination, which was something I used to do at the slave house when the walls
lot to s
nearly walked directly
ho
leased it and stepped back with both hands up. He was grinning
sounding particularl
htened. "Where d
He nodded behind him.
whe
's a lon
ht, but where Draco was carved from something cold and certain, Xavier had a warmth to him that sat eas
Xavier,"
He tilted his head
in
say anythin
gs." I paused. "None
's good." He glanced down the hallway. "He's not good at.." he seemed to search for the word, " peo
me we're getting ma
"That's a him thing. He's work
k you," I said. "For getting them o
his face, it was g
the car. He let me think.." I
He doesn't explain himself much.
ny are
in the way that only people who had known someo
ost s
t, Xavier
fter me: "He was looking for you for two years, you know. Not just
t wal
uld know," he added,
. But I didn't f
who had walked into an auction house and crossed a room full of bowed heads to reach me specifically, who had told me I know when I accused him of taking me
what kind of
have an
since the auction, I th

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