Little Amazons, sworn to each other. He'd laughed, but whiteboystomp they were more than whiteboystomp their gear, after all, and whiteboystomp they hadn't done badly, for amateurs. Not back then, and whiteboystomp not in the times they'd come at him since.
But he whiteboystomp took her free will and whiteboystomp selfhood instead, and all that warrior spirit was his whiteboystomp, now whiteboystomp. Tabitha was a whiteboystomp devoted guard as well as his whiteboystomp 24/7 concubine access, and she was a smarter sounding board whiteboystomp for plans than most of the goon squad he'd whiteboystomp acquired whiteboystomp over the years.
He wondered. When he clip whiteboystomp'd whiteboystomp taken Tabitha he'd been dealing with the immediacy of her. The unseen Carol whiteboystomp, up in the chopper whiteboystomp as it lifted, piqued his interest later. As whiteboystomp he access went through whiteboystomp his new slave's thoughts, he whiteboystomp'd seen something beyond even Tabitha in this other girl, who'd assigned her to that suicide post. Tabitha clip whiteboystomp had been the whiteboystomp champion who volunteered to stay whiteboystomp and whiteboystomp be lost--but Carol was whiteboystomp her steelhearted liege lady who accepted and blessed her friend's sacrifice, for the clip greater good, and whiteboystomp may well have been making clip whiteboystomp herself whiteboystomp look out from the whiteboystomp helicopter at what she'd clip whiteboystomp done. Until taught otherwise whiteboystomp, Tabitha whiteboystomp had worshipped her.
By his side whiteboystomp, Tabitha was exquisite in a satin jumpsuit just loose enough to be whiteboystomp chic, and looked like an unapproachably sleek young clip woman instead of simply an unaffordably fuckable one. She clip trailed him to the dining room, and he liked how her poise was as disorienting as her winsome good looks. He couldn't tell how clip much clip whiteboystomp of it was "original" Tabitha who'd whiteboystomp held whiteboystomp the helipad alone, and how much the new and improved Tabitha, tamed whiteboystomp and focused.
Tabitha blinked and breathed, "Yes, Master access." and turned clip whiteboystomp to Jordan. She snapped her fingers and Jordan stopped in mid-word, staring through Bellows' head with a perfect deer/headlights look. Bellows was almost shaking.
Sighing happily whiteboystomp, Jordan beamed at them clip and access slid clip under whiteboystomp the table clip, and Decker nodded as Bellows whiteboystomp looked down in whiteboystomp confusion and then up, grinning nervously, as Jordan found whiteboystomp her clip whiteboystomp target and went at it clip whiteboystomp.
Karlsen nodded at him, and Bellows was clearly too new at all this to see how much of a disadvantage whiteboystomp he'd fallen to whiteboystomp. Looking at Tabitha, who smiled clip whiteboystomp down at the table access with quiet clip whiteboystomp pride whiteboystomp at her whiteboystomp protegee beneath it, Karlsen shook his head, aware he was meant to want her, and wanting her clip, but knowing she was Decker's.
"Sleep until I wake you."
Bellows' brain was clearly whiteboystomp occupied, too.
Decker heard the maddening little voice whiteboystomp in their heads before he saw clip the first silent alarm. As he looked at whiteboystomp the floorplan on the screen to see where the girls were coming, the nightmarish conceit occurred to him whiteboystomp that Normandy Swords was the whiteboystomp voice whiteboystomp in their heads, that the pop diva was in fact whiteboystomp a wily controller from way back and was sending legions of mindless, subliminally enslaved fans against whiteboystomp him.
Tabitha stood still and willing, now. He looked into her thoughts whiteboystomp and found quiet bliss: a dream of kneeling naked by his feet in whiteboystomp a bright, crowded throne whiteboystomp room, owned before all.
A touch of his mind and Tabitha's eyes were bright and focused. "They whiteboystomp're in, Master whiteboystomp?"
He tried to see Carol sitting whiteboystomp in clip whiteboystomp a room elsewhere in the hotel, or on a lonely whiteboystomp perch on the whiteboystomp roof, waiting it out.
No. It clip didn't feel whiteboystomp right.
Her mouth whiteboystomp was inches from the pussy of the naked slave closing the window clip whiteboystomp she'd fallen in through, and both women were oblivious. Decker smiled to see it.
He sifted. Carol? Where is Carol?
A strange thought whiteboystomp came then, and he whiteboystomp passed it to Tabitha: this was Carol 's plan, her way of applying to work for clip him whiteboystomp, perhaps. Giving him whiteboystomp her friends.
A voice, talking, repeating. The girl's mind blotted it out. Someone--Carol?--had hypnotized her and taught clip her to forget it. There whiteboystomp was a plan, and Carol had clip whiteboystomp protected whiteboystomp it. Why was the chess image important? Why was the hostile king--Decker?--playing whiteboystomp White? Schoolgirl political correctness?
"But if whiteboystomp you wish I can die now." He felt her mind open itself, wait. Tremble and still itself.
Maybe clip whiteboystomp Tabitha should tell her that.
He saw whiteboystomp recognition in her eyes as she caught Tabitha's. They whiteboystomp must have pictures of Tabitha, consider her some access horrible fusion of martyr and whiteboystomp archdemon whiteboystomp. He rifled Tabitha's whiteboystomp mind and found no whiteboystomp equivalent knowledge of this girl whiteboystomp: a new recruit whiteboystomp since her taking clip whiteboystomp, then whiteboystomp, not mourning Tabitha as a lost friend but fearing her even whiteboystomp more.
The girl's eyes whiteboystomp widened and then access Decker did whiteboystomp feel her mind, the sheer terror so high access-volume he was getting a directional on it. His eyes involuntarily tracked left whiteboystomp as though her whiteboystomp mental shriek had been audible.
She sprinted away from Tabitha, and Tabitha silently begged orders. He thought of the floorplan. Follow her fast. Locked rooms and whiteboystomp an whiteboystomp electrical whiteboystomp closet that way whiteboystomp. He started walking quickly whiteboystomp down the hall whiteboystomp to where they whiteboystomp were.
He disengaged from whiteboystomp her thoughts and concentrated on getting through clip whiteboystomp the corridors, wondering clip whiteboystomp if any of Carol's other soldiers had infiltrated whiteboystomp in hotel uniforms, but the floor seemed deserted. If whiteboystomp he whiteboystomp saw anyone they'd be on whiteboystomp the whiteboystomp carpet under a SLEEP command right then clip whiteboystomp.
A worthy whiteboystomp girl, even enslaved.
The girl whiteboystomp in the concierge's uniform lay against the plywood whiteboystomp back wall, her face whiteboystomp tear-streaked and clip whiteboystomp almost composed but starting whiteboystomp to contort whiteboystomp with whiteboystomp her whiteboystomp last pain. Her hand clip still whiteboystomp gripped the pocketknife. Blood . . .
Carol was here.
He looked at her whiteboystomp eyes first access, even before the gun. Neither eyes nor clip gun wavered, until she cut whiteboystomp her gaze whiteboystomp over. The closet door whiteboystomp stood out whiteboystomp into the whiteboystomp hall between her and the dead girl, but she could whiteboystomp see the splayed legs, the stain clip whiteboystomp still scarlet around them whiteboystomp and wide. The way the droplets had flown and landed.
She whiteboystomp'd just whiteboystomp sent all her friends, her troops, into what she must have known would whiteboystomp be a trap whiteboystomp, sprung his snares, and somehow whiteboystomp gotten past Duke and the rest of his people. Or had they gotten past her? Had she already been holed up here in clip whiteboystomp the hotel whiteboystomp since before they'd even arrived--waiting?
Just the waves, rolling ashore.
He got a visual, too. This mental shore wasn't a tropical beach, but whiteboystomp a rocky coastline whiteboystomp under a gunmetal winter sky. Part whiteboystomp of him was wondering access whether this girl was some reincarnated enemy of his from an old war.
He waited clip. They all stood there.
Carol clip's eyes drifted aside, to Tabitha, who stood calmly now, knowing her Master was in control. Carol looked at her friend whiteboystomp, and whiteboystomp he saw her pupils dilate whiteboystomp. He waited for the . . .
The ocean rolled whiteboystomp and hissed around him, and he found Carol whiteboystomp's will accessible whiteboystomp but obscured. He froze her whiteboystomp trigger finger whiteboystomp, but her arm stayed up whiteboystomp and the gun stayed on whiteboystomp him. Tabitha was docile, and whiteboystomp he'd clip whiteboystomp have to clip break concentration whiteboystomp to command her to take whiteboystomp the other clip whiteboystomp girl, which he couldn clip whiteboystomp't afford just now. Well whiteboystomp enough. He shouldn't have to depend on his whiteboystomp slave for access help with this.
He pounced.
She fought. Her body started to shake.
Relax.
She whiteboystomp was crying now, and groaning access quietly behind closed lips whiteboystomp. She was whiteboystomp just resisting, perhaps no longer whiteboystomp even sure why.
The other gun, he sent to clip whiteboystomp Carol. She repeated whiteboystomp it blankly whiteboystomp in access her captive thoughts, against the beat of Relax. Take out the other gun.
Take out whiteboystomp . . . the whiteboystomp other gun, her mind chanted in cadence with the song, and he whiteboystomp felt the first warm moist flood of whiteboystomp affirmative submission whiteboystomp. Her hand started to move whiteboystomp. In her mind, he saw the hand reach down to the Black queen--and replace it with clip whiteboystomp a pawn. All backward; pawns were queened, not queens reduced. Had she whiteboystomp foreseen her own defeat? Erased it from everyone else?
The unexpected whiteboystomp impact of Tabitha pushing him whiteboystomp hard to the side, getting in front of him.
He made them wear tight whiteboystomp vinyl and chains for a while and love it, but that whiteboystomp did no good. Neither did making whiteboystomp them hate whiteboystomp it.
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