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  He’ll be the end of me, she thought numbly. He’ll break me in two! His fist is bigger than my entire head!

  The Clopsian snatched at her again, this time ripping her dress down the middle to let her breasts spill out of the tight red feather fabric. Her nipples immediately tightened in fear and Yandor’s eye widened as he saw them.

  Neh’sa gasped and tried to duck out of the way of his next grab but one huge hand landed on her shoulder and his thick fingers wrapped around her arm. With the other hand, he fisted his huge, pulsing cock. His single eye was glued to her bare breasts and his thick-lipped mouth fell open as he grunted one word.

  “FUCK…”

  “What? No!” For the first time in all her years as a Mistress, Neh’sa felt herself begin to panic. She couldn’t allow herself to be penetrated by this beast! He would kill her and even if he didn’t, the shame of being publicly taken by a male…it would be the end of her. She couldn’t—

  “Get your hands off her you fucking bastard!” a low, hoarse voice growled.

  Neh’sa felt her heart skip a beat and she looked up just in time to see Thorn rushing through the crowd, dodging around the bewildered, frightened party-goers to confront the massive Clopsian.

  As tall as he was, the single-eyed beast had a good two feet and probably several hundred pounds of muscle on her new slave but Thorn didn’t hesitate. He lunged forward and punched the other male in the jaw.

  The Clopsian howled angrily dropped her arm to grab for Thorn with both hands.

  “Thorn!” Neh’sa gasped, not certain what to do.

  “Get back,” he shouted, sparing her a single glance over one broad shoulder as he and Yandor circled each other. “Get someplace safe—I’ll handle this big bastard.” The motes in his eyes were whirling so fast his mismatched eyes seemed to be almost glowing and there wasn’t a trace of fear on his face.

  Neh’sa bit her lip and ducked out of the way, getting away from the pool and the angry Clopsian. The other guests had also backed up, making a space with the two males in the center.

  This is no good, Neh’sa thought wildly. Thorn may be brave and strong but the Clopsian is huge and Lady Wraith’neck has gotten him so angry he’ll want to kill. I have to get the stunner!

  She ran for her office but a collective gasp from the assembled guests made her turn to see what was happening.

  Thorn was landing a volley of blows on the big, lumbering beast of a male, who was howling in anger and pain as he snatched at the Kindred.

  Neh’sa’s eyes widened. She had never seen anyone move so fast—Thorn’s hands were like a blur as he punched and danced away. A red blur. She frowned—were his fists actually glowing?

  Before she could get an answer to her question, Thorn landed another punch, this one squarely in the Clopsian’s single eye. As the beast howled and clutched at his face, Thorn grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around so he was facing the ornamental pool filled with Banda fish. With a strong shove, he pushed the giant face-first into the pool.

  Such a massive person falling into the water should have made a huge splash but in fact, the Clopsian was so big that his head hit the golden bridge and his feet were still on the lapis lazuli tiles at the edge of the pool. So in fact, only his midsection and exposed shaft went into the brilliant aquamarine waters, causing relatively little of the liquid to slosh out.

  But that small amount of exposed skin in the water was enough. The Banda fish had scattered from the strange object splashing into their pool but the moment they smelled flesh, they all came swimming towards what must have looked like a long, meaty snake dangling down into their watery home.

  The Clopsian howled and thrashed as he struggled to get out of the pool. It took him less than a minute to get away from the water but that was long enough for the sharp-teethed fish to do their job.

  As the giant got to his knees and then his feet, still howling, Neh’sa saw with horror that he wasn’t just wet with water. Blood gushed from between his fingers as he clutched at his now empty crotch and the remains of his once-proud shaft still floated in the pool, being devoured by the ravenous rainbow colored fish.

  Clearly Lady Wraith’neck saw the damage the same time that Neh’sa did because she gave a cry and ran forward, the remote still dangling uselessly in her hand.

  “My slave! My Yandor! What have you done to my Yandor!” she screeched.

  “Lady Wraith’neck, please—” Neh’sa began, stepping forward.

  The other Mistress rounded on her.

  “You!” she spat at Neh’sa. “You did this! I brought my perfect, lovely slave to a party you invited me to and you ruined him!”

  She drew back her arm and slapped Neh’sa as hard as she could, the heavy rings on her fingers making it feel more like a punch.

  Neh’sa staggered back, her eyes wide. Though she’d never liked the other Mistress and she knew Lady Wraith’neck didn’t like her either, she hadn’t expected the other woman to become violent with her.

  She stumbled back another step, her head ringing, and her high heel caught on the edge of the Banda pool. With a gasp she teetered backwards. She reached out a hand, trying to find something to hold onto and she saw Lady Wraith’neck reach out as well.

  But the other Mistress wasn’t trying to pull her back from the edge.

  Instead her hand connected with Neh’sa’s midsection and she favored Neh’sa with a cruel little smile just before and she gave a strong shove.

  Goddess! Neh’sa thought wildly, tipping backwards. I’m going to die! I’ll be eaten alive right here in the middle of my own home!

  “Neh’sa!” A strong hand grabbed her and pulled her roughly back from the edge.

  Thorn wrapped one muscular arm around her and pulled her close, keeping her safe from both the pool and Lady Wraith’neck’s fury. Then he strode forward, bringing Neh’sa with him and pointed a finger in Lady Wraith’neck’s angry face.

  “Listen Lady, and listen good” he growled at her. “I don’t usually hit females but if you ever lay a hand on Neh’sa again you’ll be picking your teeth up off the fucking floor. Understand?”

  “Why…I…you…” Lady Wraith’neck clearly didn’t know what to say to his threat. “Do you know who I am, slave?” she demanded at last.

  “Don’t know and don’t fucking care,” Thorn growled. “Just stay away from Neh’sa. In fact, I think it’s time you and the big idiot you brought with you get the Seven Hells out of here.”

  “Thorn, no!” Neh’sa shook off his heavy arm. Throwing another Mistress out of your domicile—no matter what mischief or damage she had caused—was a snub that couldn’t be ignored. If she kicked Lady Wraith’neck out it would start a feud of epic proportions—one which might well be fatal to both her social and her business standing in Yonnite high society. “Lady Wraith’neck—Malisha—”she began.

  But Lady Wraith’neck’s narrow eyes were blazing—it was clearly too late to take the dis-invitation back.

  “Don’t try to stop me, I’m going,” she exclaimed loudly. “I’ll leave at once. But first I want to know who this male is that you’re allowing to kick me out of your domicile, Neh’sa!” She glared at Thorn who glared right back, meeting her eyes instead of dropping them respectfully as a proper slave would have.

  “This is Thorn,” Neh’sa answered as calmly as she could although inside she felt like screaming. “He’s my new submissive. I haven’t started his training yet,” she added.

  “Clearly he doesn’t need training in offering offense,” Lady Wraith’neck declared. “How dare he speak to a Mistress without being spoken to and look me in the eye as though he was my equal?”

  Thorn snorted derisively.

  “As if I’d want to be considered your equal. You brought a dangerous, half-wild male into Neh’sa’s home and let him run wild and nearly kill her. Only an idiot would do that.” He glared down Lady Wraith’neck who gasped and looked at Neh’sa.

  “I take offense to that!” she proclaime