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Chapters (136)
  1. Cover
  2. About This Book
  3. Requiem of the Soul
  4. About This Book
  5. Prologue
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
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  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
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  32. 27
  33. 28
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  40. Reparation of Sin
  41. About This Book
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  83. Resurrection of the Heart
  84. About This Book
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  128. 44
  129. 45
  130. Epilogue
  131. Want More of The Society?
  132. Also by Natasha Knight
  133. Also by A. Zavarelli
  134. About A. Zavarelli
  135. About Natasha Knight
  136. Thank you!

I take his offered hand with both of mine, the one with which he marked me, and I press my lips to it. Raising my gaze to his, I watch him from beneath my lashes.

I think of my little sister. I think of what I have to do. How I have to play this game to which I don’t even know the rules. Because even if I could run away and I managed to do it, like Hazel did, what would happen to Evangeline? I won’t abandon her like Hazel abandoned us.

My lips pressed to his cool hand, I keep my eyes locked on his as the beginnings of a plan form in my mind.

When Santiago swallows, I watch his Adam’s apple work. He’s impacted. I’m not sure if it’s me kneeling for him or the act of the marking itself. It has to be heady stuff. I get it. But he is affected.

I’ll use that.

And I keep my eyes on his as long as I can as I bend, bringing my forehead to his shoe. I am to kiss it, but I won’t do that. The men won’t see. If my husband knows, he will punish me for it. It’s a small rebellion, but it’s mine, and it’s something, and I’ll submit to his punishment. At least he’ll know where I stand.

When he grips my arm and hauls me to my feet, I know he hasn’t missed my deviation from the rules. My dress slips as I fall into him, then stumble backward. He looks down at me, and I follow his gaze to my exposed breast. He roughly tugs the lace up, and the look in his eyes is darker than I’ve yet seen.

And for a moment, the weaker part of me, the scared part thinks maybe I should have kissed his shoe.

But then he’s reined himself in, and I think this side of my husband is more frightening than the outwardly angry side. This quiet is more terrifying.

Because his eyes hold a promise inside them.

I’ll deal with you later.

“Close your eyes,” he says, voice low, not a whisper but simply quiet.

I do.

He pulls me close, and I gasp when he kisses me hard on the mouth, my hands coming to his chest as his fingers claw painfully into the ruined twist of my hair, his hard body against mine as I bend over backward to take his kiss. A small taste of what he’ll do tonight.

15

Santiago