“Kyle! Slave Kyle! You tell me where you are this instant. Kyle Jameson Matthews!”
I tried to call out but Lady Kimbrough pressed my nostrils together, while below Devera reached up and put the squeeze on my windpipe. Farah put her hand over my gag, pressed down and shoved the gag even further down my throat. I got the message.
“Kyle. Kyle, I promise you won’t be in any trouble, but where are you? Nearly everyone in the Haven has been looking. It’s been hours. Kyle, please. Please, where are you?”
Emory moved off, her voice, her pleas fading in the distance. When they were gone the three women let out a collective breath.
“That was close. And I’m not quite sure about all this. Should we take him back?” Devera said.
“Don’t you get all p***y on us now,” Farah said. With a sudden savager
