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were more
than merely another one of these vapid concubines.  I was sure you were smarter
than that.
     
    “But to
answer your question, I am Fallon Anadaru.  I am rightful heir to the throne of
Chalcydon and I was betrayed by both my father and brother.  And you, little
one, are going to help me secure my place upon my throne.”
     
    Her eyes
widened.  “The king--has a brother?”
     
    “He does. 
Not many know.  I like it that way.”
     
    “A
brother that should be king, instead of him?”
     
    “You
heard me.”
     
    “I heard
you.” Ebony tried to twist out of his grasp, but her struggles had no effect.  “Of
course, there’s no telling if anything coming out of your mouth is the truth or
not,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath as he continued to hold her aloft. 
“You could just be insane.”
     
    He
ignored her words.  “If you are willing to behave yourself,” he said, “I will
allow you to walk of your own accord.” He aimed that piercing blue gaze
straight at her eyes.  “Are you going to behave?”
     
    Behind
her, Ebony sensed that the others in the group had stopped to listen to their
exchange and had closed in to cut off any avenue of escape.  Much as she’d love
to give this man a run for his money and wipe that belittling smirk off his
face, she knew better than to press her luck.  There were just too many of his
men here in this dark and unfamiliar tunnel.
     
    Yet if
she played dumb and cowed before him like a good little girl, he might lower
his defenses--and if he didn’t, she was willing to try something crazy like
seducing him if it meant she could escape.  She knew very well that there was some
kind of shortage of women on the planet, and all men liked getting their dicks
wet as much as possible.  And all men especially tended to fuck themselves into
exhaustion whenever they got a new piece of ass.
     
    She’d had
enough boyfriends to know that much.
     
    You’re
a survivor, first and foremost, Ebony reminded herself.  You can worry
about your feelings about it at a later date--if you survive this.
     
    Still
staring at his cold blue eyes, she nodded silently, and was greatly relieved
when he lowered her to the floor at one side of the tunnel, away from the
stream of muck, and the pads of her bare feet connected with the cold, damp
stone.  She took a deep breath and tried to straighten her flimsy red silk
gown.
     
    “Get
moving,” the man said, and then spun her around and prodded her into walking by
pushing his finger into her back.
     
    Ebony
walked on, and kept silent, but kept to the very edge of the tunnel.  Now that
she was upright and walking, she could see that the center had a slow river of
sewage in it that would have been knee-deep on her or on any of the other women. 
The men had thick boots and barely noticed the inconvenience, but Ebony cringed
at how filthy her bare feet were and how the long gold-edged hems of her sheer
red gown were already soaked to the ankles in an unthinkable sort of mud.  But
there was nothing she could do about it now but keep moving.
     
    She
counted seven men walking up ahead and every one of them had a woman thrown
over his shoulder, just the way she had been.  She didn’t like those odds.  And
as much as she wanted to think about only herself, she could see the terrified
faces of the captive women as they were carried through this dark and stinking
tunnel into the unknown.  Yes, Cassie was one of them, and she saw Rebecca, and Jane, and Suzanne, and Michelle, and Pamela, and
Famke.
     
    She
couldn’t just leave them here.  She had to help these women if she could.  They
were her harem sisters and fellow captives, after all.  They’d already been
stolen away once and that had been terrifying enough for any ten lifetimes.  And
Ebony knew how helpless they all were against these huge and powerful men.
     
    But she also
knew that she was the strongest of all of these women, both outwardly and
inwardly.