He was all caught up in football and he was wound tightly around the finger of an absolute bitch from hell called Gwen. Alice and I called her "Gwen t...e Hen" and some other names less ladylike. We had no doubt she would have murdered all three of us if she ever thought he had engaged in sexual activities with either or both of us. Poor Gregory was so terrified of this tiny little Irish girl with long red hair that he was constantly looking over his shoulder to see if she was anywhere in the. . No, you misunderstand. Take over their loyalty without alerting anyone, don’t use them yet. Wait, bide your time. Learn more about your situation first.At that moment, the door clicked before automatically swinging open. I watched as a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a typical white nurse’s uniform stepped into the room. She was pushing a metal cart full of various instruments in front of her. The pretty thing had silky black hair, which was bundled up into a bun on the top of her head;. She knew that whatever they planned for her, she could do nothing to prevent it.She was dragged to a barn at the rear of the house, and the ropes on her ankles had een exchanged for heavy leather straps. She had been pushed against a wall, facing it, as her legs were spread wide, and the straps fixed to hooks at the based of the wall, preventing her from closing her legs.Only then were her arms released. She tried to refuse, but two men grabbed a wrist each, and another placed more heavy straps. "Where is the shaman? We will need to postpone the arrangement with my new mates." The shaman is dead," said Nahla evenly."Who killed him?" My new mate and new god," she said, looking at me.I heard Malok's voice in my cabeza. "It is customary when a man kills another, his mate and all his belongings go to the victor." Well, she's certainly desirable with her light coffee colored skin. I wonder what Fumar's mate looks like," I evilly thought."Try not to kill him just yet," said Malok."I won't.