Thankfully, she wasn’t afforded any means of seeing the straight-laced expressions of those at her back. Sir Haliday ordered her to stand facing the wall. Once there, she spontaneously closed her eyes.
Where was Nathan now, she wondered? She couldn’t make out his presence in the room. The commotion was too intense; and the power of authority coming toward her was so vast that the stares were indistinguishable one from another. Normally, she knew when her Master was watching her. Now, he was fused to the others.
A dozen angry beasts seemed to be battling inside her lovely frame.
Sir Haliday stood with her, just off her right shoulder. Grabbing a leather hood from his own submissive, he covered Chelsea’s head, effectively walling her away from all her sight and half the sounds around her.
