Summoned and Bound (Summoned Series Romances Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

name is Lily. Why did you want to know?”
    “You taught me that names have power, master. If I have her name, it will be easier to free her from the binding spells.”
    He paused, and then uttered a dry rasp that might have been a chuckle. “Indeed. If only my true apprentice paid as much attention to his lessons, we would both be free of his presence by now.”
    Gwyn started to get to her feet, but the master’s next words made her muscles freeze and her blood turn to ice water.
    “He asked for you company again.”
    “What did you tell him?” she asked, fighting to keep all emotion out of her voice. Raul had been trying to find a way to get her into his bed from the beginning of his time there. The master had always refused him, but that didn’t mean she would be safe forever.
    “I told him that his obsession with you needs to end. I find it disturbing that he continues to pursue carnal pleasures this far into his apprenticeship. If he spent as much time devoted to study as he did to his slave girls, he would be a master by now. To that end, I have stripped him of his pleasure slaves in hopes that the lack of distraction will help him focus.”
    “I see.” Gwyn knew that meant Raul would be in a vile mood for the foreseeable future, and she made a mental note to avoid him as much as possible. “Thank you, master.”
    “Don’t thank me. If I thought it would benefit him or me, I would give him the use of your body in a heartbeat. You are a tool for me to use, Gwyneth. Nothing more.”
    “Yes, master. I understand. I will see to the freeing of the slave and return here afterward.” She rose to her feet, bowed, then left. The second she was alone, she transported herself back to her room to gather up her cloak and other items she might need.
    Once she stood in her room, her thoughts turned to Vamir.  With her gone, the master would assign Raul to train the new slave. Her stomach twisted into knots. Vamir would bear the brunt of Raul’s anger, and she could do nothing to stop it. She had to obey her master.
    For the first time in a long age, she uttered a silent prayer to whatever gods might be listening to watch over Vamir until she could get back. If her newly returning memories were right, then he had the strength to survive the tests they would put him through today. In his other form, he was nearly invulnerable, but if he transformed completely, they would recognize him as one of the Garda.
    He’d have to be careful.
    I hope he’s as smart as he is handsome. Otherwise he’s going to die before I can get him out of here.
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    With no window or light to help him judge, Vamir had no way of knowing how long he’d been locked away in the cramped and barren cell where Gwyneth had left him. All he could tell was that enough time had passed that his stomach rumbled with hunger, and the chill of the stones beneath his bed had seeped into the marrow of his bones. There was nothing in the room except a pile of moldy straw covered by a thin sheet of burlap and a single oil lamp that produced more smoke than light.
    Despite Gwyneth’s advice to rest while he could, Vamir hadn’t done more than doze since he’d been locked away. He had too much to think about. The only way he would be able to keep his secrets was to dance on the thin edge of the truth, and that required forethought and planning. It didn’t’ help that long after she’d left, Gwyneth’s perfume lingered, teasing at his senses and calling to mind images of her haunting eyes and sad smile.
    Booted footsteps stopped outside the door to his cell, and Vamir rose to his feet in a heartbeat. Keys rattled in the lock, and the door swung open. He’d expected to see Gwyneth again, but instead he found himself staring into the hard face of a stranger.
    “So, you’re the new arrival? You don’t look like much to me.”
    “Appearances can be deceiving,” Vamir replied, taking in every detail of the man in the doorway. Heavier and shorter than the