“Walk faster.”

The metal chain snapped taut.

Caelira stumbled forward with a hiss, catching herself before she fell face-first into the cobbled stone floor of the underground auction corridor.

“I said…walk,” Therion growled behind her, voice low and biting.

“I’m not your damn hound,” she spat, yanking against the chain wrapped around her wrists.

He moved closer, his breath brushing the back of her neck.

“No,” he murmured, cold and cruel, “you’re my ...