Hill, Meagan - Master Me [Masterson] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page A

outside. Polished hardwood covered the floor, giving the home a warm feeling. The furnishings were simple but comfortable, inviting you to sink in and relax a while. A large rock fireplace dominated the corner of the living room, making Mandy wish the weather was cool enough to allow them to light it. The kitchen was a delight, light and airy, with plenty of space and storage. She could smell whatever Mitch had just slid into the oven, and her stomach growled loudly in response.
    Mitch wasn’t so caught up in staring that he missed the sound of Mandy’s stomach growling. “It just needs to bake thirty minutes, then we can eat. Do you want something to drink in the meantime?”
    Mandy thought a minute, wondering when she’d agreed to stay for dinner. She wasn’t going to object, however. Whatever it was smelled wonderful, and she was starving, as usual. Mandy told him her choice and limped over to sit on the couch, close to where he had gathered his medical supplies. She lifted her foot to rest it against the coffee table, examining her ankle. It was swollen and had some light bruises but wasn’t that bad. If she had been at the compound, she wouldn’t have even allowed herself to limp. Showing weakness there wasn’t a good idea.
    Mitch sat on the coffee table next to Mandy’s foot before taking it in his hands, gently examining it, flexing it gently to test her range of motion. Appearing to accept Mandy’s assurances that she wasn’t badly injured, he wrapped it in an elastic bandage to keep it from moving too much to allow it time to heal. Mandy simply sat back and watched him examine and treat her foot, seeming amused at his worry.
    “You know, the only reason I’m letting you do that is so you won’t worry.”
    “I know. But thank you for humoring me. I can tell you’re not used to having anyone take care of you.” Mandy simply snorted back at him, implying there was no one who would take care of her. Sitting on the sofa next to her, but far enough away to twist in his seat so he could face her completely, he began. “Tell me about your life, and why you’ve been injured so severely so often.”
    “I can’t tell you everything I want to. I want to tell you it all, I really do. But I cannot.” Mandy whispered, looking down at her hands twisting in her lap. When she looked up into his eyes, hers were glassy with unshed tears. “I live with a group of people headed by a man named Devon Cabela. I was brought to the group when I was fourteen and have been with them for five-and-a-half years.”
    “You joined a coven at fourteen? That’s a little early to begin your training, isn’t it?” Mitch appeared a little confused by her wording, but it was nothing compared to the confusion Mandy was experiencing.
    “You know about covens?” she whispered. Had she stumbled across a Gifted One?
    “Of course I know about covens. I’m a master GO,” he replied casually. He was astounded, however, by her reaction. Moving faster than anyone he’d ever seen, she was on her knees in front of him with her ankles flat to the floor. Considering her sprain, the position seemed most uncomfortable. She sat there with her butt touching her heels, her chest touching her knees, and her forehead touching the floor. Her arms were extended in front of her, with her hands splayed flat on the floor. The position was one of complete submission. From above her, he could now see the crookedness of the fingers that had been broken.
    “I’m sorry, Master! I didn’t know! Please forgive me,” she pled, her volume at a whisper, but the pleading no less audible in her voice. When Mitch was able to shake off his shock, he shifted in his seat, meaning to reach down to pull her back onto the couch. He froze, however, when he saw her flinch in response to the sound of his movements. Recognizing the reaction, he kept his movements slow and gentle as he reached out his hand and gently rested it on the back of her head. He could feel her