Keeper of the Heart

Chapter 35

There were four rooms in Falon’s house that were for his exclusive use. The one for sleeping contained a warrior-sized bed that made Shanelle smile. Even her adjustibed wouldn’t expand that big. There was a large bathroom with a dressing area and closets, and a room that was completely empty that Falon had yet to find a use for.

The largest room was for informal meetings. It was bigger than Shanelle’s entire chambers at home, and filled with nearly a dozen long couches and chairs, well padded and covered in buttery-soft zaalskin in both black and brown. Solid-gold tables of different sizes were scattered all around, as well as gold chests set with precious stones. Even the gaali-stone stands were made of gold, as well as the boxes that contained the stones. Thick white fur, pieced together so perfectly that no seams could be detected, covered the entire floor. It made Shanelle hot just looking at it.

His house might not be the size of a palace, but it was definitely bigger than Falon had let on. The ceilings were all high. And there were two or three large windows in each room, even in the bathroom, that let in a good deal of light and at least a little breeze.

Shanelle ran her fingers along one of the tables and remarked, “No wonder the Catrateri are so eager to make a deal with you. The gold in this room alone could probably put their economy back on a sound footing.”

She turned, but Falon hadn’t heard her. He had gone back into the dressing room and came out of it now, carrying a short piece of white cloth. He shook it open when he reached her, then almost reverently set it across her shoulders. The short white cape fell no lower than her waist, and fastened with three gold chains that draped at different lengths across her chest and hooked over a large round brooch at her right shoulder that was set with sparkling gems of diamond clarity.

As Falon fastened it for her, his expression gave testimony to the words he spoke. “You cannot know how much I have wanted to see you cloaked in my protection, Shanelle. From the first moment I saw you, I wanted you adorned in my colors.”

“White.” She smiled, remembering. “I just happen to have a white chauri I might wear for you sometime.”

“As I recall, it drove me wild the last time you wore it-and you said you would never wear white again.”

“So maybe I’ve changed my-”

“Falon!” a female voice interrupted excitedly. “I was told you just returned-”

The voice stopped with an audible gasp, and Shanelle turned to see another long-skirted, bare-chested female staring right at her. This one was exceptionally lovely, with large, dark brown eyes and hair, the hair again cut to the shoulder, probably so it couldn’t conceal those magnificently rounded breasts on display, the dark nipples stark against the palest ivory skin Shanelle had ever seen.

Falon slipped an arm around Shanelle’s waist to turn her more fully toward the woman, whose eyes had now dropped meekly to the floor. He was smiling, which brought a stiffness to Shanelle’s back she wasn’t even aware of.

“I am sorry, master,” the woman continued in a much subdued tone. “I was not aware you had a guest.”

“Shanelle is not a guest, Janya, she is my lifemate.” Janya’s eyes popped upward in surprise at that, but quickly lowered again before Falon added, “There is no need for you to bow your head to her or me, nor to anyone else, for this rising are you gifted with your freedom.”

Those dark brown eyes popped upward again, even rounder than before, and stayed staring at Falon with a great deal of confusion. “My freedom? I do not understand.”

Shanelle was utterly amazed herself. She hadn’t expected this, at least not so soon. That Falon would break with custom just for her… He did love her- he had to.

But at the moment he wasn’t concerned with her reaction or her gratitude. He was addressing Janya’s confusion.

“You are free to leave this house, Janya, with all rights returned to you. If it is your wish, I will provide you with an escort to return you to the far north countries from which you were captured and sold into slavery.”

“I may leave…? No!”

The woman was suddenly hurtling across the room to drop to her knees at Falon’s feet, where she wrapped both arms tightly around his right leg. Shanelle stiffened, her feelings of delight and gratitude making way for a darker one that was nothing short of savage. She knew exactly what this demonstration meant, even before she heard the woman’s pleadings.

“Do not send me away, Falon!” Janya cried. “I do not want freedom from your ownership!”

Falon let go of Shanelle to gently remove Janya from his leg, but he would have had to hurt her to pry her loose, she was gripping him so tightly. “Janya-”

“Please, master, what have I done that you would do this to me?”

“You have done nothing,” he assured her. “The decision is mine that I will no longer own slaves, any slaves. So do I now give you your freedom, rather than sell you to another.”

The woman started crying in earnest then. Shanelle turned in disgust to leave.

Falon was fast losing patience, so his voice was sharp when he commanded, “Shanelle, stay.”

“Forget it,” she defied him. “I’m not watching another minute of this.”

She slammed the door of the bedroom behind her, but she could still hear Janya wailing. She gritted her teeth and looked daggers at the bed that that woman had obviously spent many a night in. It was bad enough that Falon had owned slaves, but that he had used some of them to share sex with… Not once had she considered that. But she should have. Why wouldn’t he take that kind of advantage when ownership gave it to him? The poor females certainly had no choice in the matter, and if they were pretty… But he was freeing Janya- for her-giving up that little beauty-for her.

She couldn’t handle two such powerful emotions conflicting and fighting for attention. The darker one took supremacy again, and she let out an explosive sound of outrage just as the door opened and Falon stepped slowly into the room.

“You disobeyed me, woman,” he informed her, in case she wasn’t aware of it.

She was and didn’t care. “You’re damned right I did! How dare you subject me to that? You should have known you’d be facing a weeping scene and taken steps to make sure I wouldn’t have to witness it.”

“It was necessary that you see it done, for what was done was done for you, Shanelle.”

“I know that! I’m not dense. And I am immensely grateful!” she shouted, sounding anything but. “But I also know she wasn’t denying the freedom you were offering, she was denying the loss of you, and I farden well don’t like that, Falon. How many more sex-slaves have you got around here that are going to beg you not to free them?”

He started to grin, but then he laughed instead. Shanelle looked for something to throw at him, but there wasn’t a single thing in that room besides the bed and two tables on either side of it, both of which were empty. She reached down for her slipper.

“Do not,” he warned, but he was still chuckling. “You will let me enjoy this while it lasts, for it is not likely to happen again.”

“It’s not funny, dammit!”

“I disagree. And is it fair that I find the same enjoyment you claim for yourself.”

He wasn’t asking her, he was telling her, but that just got her madder, because she knew what he was referring to. “It’s not the same and you know it. You get upset over nothing. But try and deny that female who just cried all over you doesn’t have an intimate knowledge of your body-a body, by the way, that happens to belong to me now. Go ahead and deny it!”

He raised a brow at her. “Do I understand you, woman? Your complaint is for what was done before I met you?”

Shanelle flushed with angry color. She’d be a first-class jerk to say yes to that, yet half of what she was feeling was exactly for that-but fortunately, not all of it.

“She just hugged the hell out of your leg, warrior! That was here and now, wasn’t it?”

He grimaced. “Now do you have a valid complaint. Shall I cut off my leg?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Shall I cut off her arms?”

“Falon!”

“How, then, am I to make amends for the doing of another?” he asked.

It was Shanelle’s turn to grimace. “All right,” she mumbled, “so it wasn’t exactly your fault, but I still don’t like it. When is she leaving?”

“She has asked to remain in this house as a servant, now that I will have need of them.”

Shanelle’s temper shot right back up. “Oh, no, she won’t.”

“The decision is not yours to make, woman. Yet do I agree it would not be wise to keep her here, so I will ask my cousin Tarren to accept her in his house.”

“Will he?”

“Indeed will he. He has tried to buy her from me many times.”

Shanelle was quiet for a moment before she asked hesitantly, “Was she the only one, Falon?”

He gave a mock-suffering sigh. “I see I must ask Tarren to take a few others as well.”

Shanelle grinned sheepishly. “I guess I can be a farden jerk sometimes myself. I’m sorry.”

“I am not. I do not mind your jealousy.”

She laughed now, to have her own words from earlier in the hall given back to her. That was when he caught her about the waist and tossed her onto the mammoth bed. Slowly he came down on it to partially cover her body with his.

Before he did anything else, however, he looked down at his own body, then caught her eye. “Yours, is it?”

Shanelle’s smile was utterly radiant. “‘All mine, and best you not forget it, warrior.”