Chained (Brides of the Kindred) by Evangeline Anderson Page A

that makes long distance calls so Ferna and
Ratner can come get me. She wondered why the
thought didn’t make her happier. But a look at Kor showed he didn’t seem to
think their time together was done.
    “Here we are,” he murmured, sitting up
straighter and squaring his massive shoulders. “Follow my lead and remember to
act the part. It’s time to put on a show.”
    Before Maggie could ask him exactly what
he meant, he had stepped out of the hovercoach and was holding out a hand to
her.
    “Come, my lady,” he murmured. “Your future
awaits.”

Chapter Seven

 
    Maggie allowed Kor to take her hand and
help her out of the cab though she clearly had no idea what he was talking
about. Luckily for both of them, he did. For a time he’d had a wealthy elderly
patron who came to him, simply because she wanted to talk. Kor couldn’t understand
why she was willing to pay his stud fee simply to pass the time but he had
grown to enjoy her company and looked forward to her visits. One of the topics
she talked about had been the elite society that attended the Lo’thian spa. From talking to her, Kor knew what was expected—even if Maggie didn’t.
    The hovercoach had brought them to the
edge of the Grand Promenade, which was traditional. It was a long, white carpet
which ran from the very front walkway of the Lo’thian spa to the
reception desk where helpful and obsequious attendants waited to take the guest’s
name and escort them to their rooms. At the edges of the carpet, other spa
guests loitered with their slaves. Kor also knew there were hidden recording
devices implanted in the graceful white trees with black leaves which lined the
carpet. This was so the other ladies who were making use of the spa facilities
could watch the entrance later. It was vital to make a good first showing
because it would be remembered and discussed for the entire duration of their
visit.
    “My Lady Pope’nose,” the Sporran burbled,
coming around to bow to Maggie. “It has been a pleasure serving you. Before I
go, please forgive my ignorance but I believe your orders specified that you
would need one of the spa’s slaves to help you to the reception desk. Therefore
one is waiting.” He nodded to their left where a burly slave with white-blond
hair and chiseled features stood with his arms clasped loosely behind his back
and his legs spread.
    Probably to show off
the size of his cock, Kor thought and felt
a growl rising in his throat. This idiot wasn’t getting anywhere near his
female—not if he had anything to say about it.
    “Oh, well…” Maggie was clearly confused.
“Thank you, I guess,” she told the Sporran. “But I don’t know what help he can
really be. I mean, unless he wants to carry the bags but—oh, the luggage was
sent a long time ago, right? So I really don’t know how—”
    The spa slave came forward with a sneer.
“My Lady,” he began. “I would be more than pleased to escort you to the
reception desk if you find your own slave…” Here he eyed Kor up and down.
“Unacceptable.”
    “My Lady needs no help from anyone but me .”
Kor glared at the other male trying to horn in on his territory. A possessive
rage swept through him, making his eyes feel hot with fury. It was the same way
he felt when he fought in the arena. He’d be damned if he let another male lay
a finger on Maggie, let alone escort her all the way to the reception desk.
    Speaking of Maggie, she was tugging
anxiously at his arm.
    “Kor, no—your eyes,” she whispered when he
looked down at her. She had a worried expression on her face as though she
expected him to explode in rage, just as he had when he’d almost killed Lady
Pope’nose.
    Kor took a deep breath, fighting to
control his fury, trying to calm himself. Slowly the burning in his eyes cooled
and the red veil that had dropped over his vision cleared. But the damage was
already done—at least as far as the other slave was concerned. He had been
staring at Kor with