Together Bound
By Elizabeth Noble
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Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Noble
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Together Bound
By Elizabeth Noble
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Introduction
Centuries years ago, cataclysmic natural disasters brought the world to its knees. For hundreds of years the people of North America struggled to create a new society on top of the ashes of the old one. The continent divided into protectorates that operated under a different kind of law for a different kind of world.
People stayed on the continent of their birth and in some areas slavery became an accepted and ritualistic form of existence binding slave and owner. Once owner and slave were paired, commonly referred to as bonded, it was for life regardless of whatever personal relationship developed between the two. Ownership of a slave was only transferred upon the death of the original master or mistress.
This is the world Todd Ruger was born into.
As a child, Todd’s life changed when he was bound to an extraordinary boy named Nick and they became master and slave. Nick grew up, trained and educated in the ways of the sentry, hunters of the type of prey that should only exist in legends and nightmares, but were very real. On Nick’s twenty-second birthday, Todd took him away from the village he’d lived his entire life. It became Todd’s responsibility to care for Nick, to teach him what he’d need to know to survive and fight as a sentry in the real world. Nick’s ability to see signs of evil in not only people but the paranormal became a valuable tool.
Now there was talk of war between New Colorado and neighboring West Caldera. Unrest, political posturing, and intrigue were everywhere, in every paper, in every tavern and café.
Todd was of the firm opinion that sentries in general—and he and Nick in particular—didn’t mix well with politics. Unfortunately, Nick, his abilities, and being a slave as well as a sentry, made it impossible for them to steer clear of the things they wanted to avoid.
Eighteen months after Todd and Nick bonded as master and slave, then became mates, the world of politics landed on them with a solid punch and it would take everything they had to survive.
Chapter 1
Todd’s hand gripped the doorjamb so hard his knuckles went white and his hand and arm cramped.
This wasn’t happening. It wasn’t goddamn happening. No one could do this. It couldn’t possibly be legal and it certainly wasn’t right. He couldn’t let Nick see this, he couldn’t. Yet Todd had no way of not showing him. Nick would have to know and he was going to freak.
Todd had heard the rumors and stories of special slaves, a group kept secret by the government for years and had no idea how Nick or his ability were involved, if at all. Todd wasn’t even sure he completely believed all the rumors, which were sketchy at best. Even those rumors couldn’t explain this.
Mind racing, he went through scenario after scenario, not wanting to face any of them and completely panicked by the realization he’d have to face them all.
Pounding on the front door made him start and gulp air into his constricting lungs. Three days, the letter said three days; why was someone here now? It took a few seconds for him to process that someone on the other side of the door was calling his name and it was a voice he recognized.
Todd staggered from the kitchen to the front door, and yanked it open without checking to see who it was, something he’d never done before. Apparently, Nick wasn’t the only one who was going to freak. Todd was well into his own freak-out. His vision swam, and he stood staring at the man in front of him for a few more seconds before croaking, “Jimmy?”
The older man brushed past him and into the apartment before shutting the door firmly behind him. Hands gripping Todd’s shoulders hard, Jimmy gave Todd a slight shake as his eyes scanned the apartment.
“Where’s Nick?”
“They can’t do this!” Todd backed up a step. “No one can do this. They can’t just take him. Can they?”
Jimmy’s hands dropped to his sides. “Hell, kid, I wouldn’t have thought so. I don’t know. Todd, where is he?”
“Eminent domain is for property, to build roads and hospitals. Not to take people.”
“Todd! Where the hell is Nick?”
Blinking, Todd lifted his gaze from the paper in his hand to Jimmy’s face. “He’s…it’s Sunday.” Jimmy literally snarled at him. Shaking his head, Todd cleared his throat and concentrated. “It’s Sunday. When we’re in town, we get breakfast at a café near here. He went to pick it up. That’s where I get the coffee you and Nick like so much. Nicky loves the coffee…” Todd’s voice trailed off.
Did Jimmy mean to imply they’d snatched Nick off the street?
Gaze going back to the letter, Todd scanned the words again.
Mr. Ruger,
In accordance with governmental rights of eminent domain, you are hereby ordered to remand custody of one male slave, Nick Ruger, to the Vice Chancellor’s office immediately. Failure to respond to this letter by August 30, 2423, will result in imprisonment.
You are expected to appear with the above-mentioned slave in my office upon receipt of this notification.
Vice Chancellor Geoffrey Clarke
“Why are you here?” Todd stammered, focusing more intently on Jimmy.
“Ya damn fool, they sent me one, too. I got mine a few days ago. My name is on record on the bill of sale and listed with yours as owner, so I was notified too.”
“We have to…I have to go meet…Would they grab him off the street?”
“If they were going to do that, Todd, I doubt very much you or I would get an official letter.”
Todd balled the piece of paper in his fist and headed to his weapons locker.
“I have to go get…make sure…They can’t just take him. Why? Why would anyone even want to? Have you seen how much he eats?”
After checking the load of his pistol, Todd tucked it back into his shoulder holster and dropped that on the bed. He pulled a knife from the locker and strapped it to his ankle.
Everything stopped, and Todd’s vision narrowed down to a pinpoint when the door swung open and Nick lumbe
red through, a bag in each hand. He kicked off the sandals he wore in the warmer weather and padded barefoot across the floor. The kid simply wouldn’t keep shoes—or a shirt—on no matter what Todd did or said. Why the hell couldn’t Nick wear shoes like everyone else?
“Hey, Jimmy, I had no idea you were here. I can go back and get more.” Nick smiled and set the bags on the low table near the couch.
Todd skirted around Nick, slammed the door shut, locked it then grabbed Nick and pulled him in for a hug.
“Todd, what’s wrong?”
Nick’s words were cut short when Jimmy reached out to put a hand on Todd’s shoulder, making his grip on Nick tighten. Growling low in his throat, Todd stepped away from Jimmy, hauling his mate with him. He knew this was going to send Nick all sorts of alarm signals. Todd rarely was physically demonstrative in front of others; yanking him away from Jimmy was only going to fuel that fire.
When Todd’s hand fisted in Nick’s hair, tugging Nick even closer, Nick squirmed in his grasp. “Todd…ow…you’re hurting me…”
“Did you have any problems getting back?”
“No. Why would I? Todd, you’re scaring me.”
“Were you followed?” Jimmy asked quietly.
“Followed?” Turning in Todd’s arms so he could talk to Jimmy but maintain contact with Todd, Nick glanced from one to the other. “What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?”
Pulling air into his too-tight chest, Todd knew he had to calm down or he could never explain this to Nick. There was no way to keep it from him, as much as Todd desperately wanted to. Nick was going to be upset enough for the both of them. Todd needed his head screwed on straight, and he needed it that way fast. Moving his hand away from Nick’s hair and brushing his thumb over Nick’s cheek, Todd whispered, “No, Nicky, of course not.” He had to get control of this situation right now. “Sit down, Nicky.”
“But what’s—”
“Sit.” Todd kept his voice low but firm, leaving no doubt it was a command, not a request.
One final glance at Jimmy, and Nick walked quietly to the overstuffed chairs and sat down. He wouldn’t move until given permission. Todd rarely invoked such control, but when he did, Nick obeyed him completely and without question. He locked his gaze on Todd with wide, frightened eyes.
Not knowing how to say it, Todd simply held the letter out to Nick for him to read. Tears sprang from Nick’s eyes as he scanned the paper. He sucked in a breath and let it flutter to the floor. “You promised me.” Nick whispered. “You promised no one would ever take me away from you. Now you’re going to just hand me over? Todd? Please? You promised.” He was pale, shaking, chest heaving, with tears running unstopped down his cheeks.
Nick actually thought Todd would follow through with this? That just pissed him off. Vice chancellor or not, this asshole had no right to do this to Nick—to them. Nick shouldn’t have to worry about being forced away from his master and his home.
“God, Nick, no! Never, I’d never do that. How many times do I have to say it? Do you really believe I’d so much as give something like that a second’s worth of thought?” It was a knee-jerk reaction on Nick’s part, that Todd understood, but it still hurt that Nick would think he’d be so easily and quickly given up.
“No. I-I’m…I don’t know what I think.”
“I showed you so you can help me work this out.” Todd settled on the arm of the chair and laid one arm across Nick’s shoulders. At once Nick’s long arm snaked out and circled him, Nick’s wide hand spread open against Todd’s side.
“Todd,” Jimmy spoke quietly. “You’ve been asking the important question: why would the vice chancellor, or anyone, for that matter, want to do this? Why would they even think of doing it?”
“We can’t let them,” Todd said.
“You promised if anyone tried, we’d go away. We can pack up and go away.” Nick looked up, fingers digging into Todd’s waist, his grip tightening.
Anger swelled again in Todd’s chest. This was wrong. “Do you like this apartment, Nick? Our home? Going to the café and the other places I take you?”
“You’re more important to me than those things.”
“Aww…Nicky, you’re way more important than those things, but why should you have to give them up? Why should we? We didn’t do anything wrong. We didn’t break any laws. We’ve done everything we’re supposed to, and that bastard has no right to take what we have away.”
“What are we going to do?”
That was a question Todd didn’t have a ready answer to. “I don’t know, buddy.”
“You boys stay here. The main library will be open soon. I’m going to see what I can dig up on Vice Chancellor Clarke.”
“What are we supposed to do, just sit here?” Todd stood but didn’t move far from Nick.
“You’re a helluva lot safer here.”
“You mean me,” Nick said quietly, gaze focused on his knees.
Todd sighed. “This isn’t your fault.
“Look.” Jimmy crossed the room. “We don’t know that someone isn’t watching you or won’t try grabbing Nick. You’ve got a stack of newspapers over there. Go through them and see if you can find any clue as to what this guy wants Nick for.”
Nodding, Todd followed Jimmy to the door, closed it softly behind him, and checked twice to be sure the locks were in place and secure.
“Guess we’d better get at it.” He pulled the newspapers off the floor and dropped them onto the kitchen table. Nodding at the bags Nick had abandoned when he came in, Todd sighed. “We might as well eat while we do this.”
Nick stood and grabbed the bags, again recognizing Todd’s subtle command, for which Todd was grateful. To him, it meant Nick’s trust in him hadn’t diminished or even been tarnished. He set the bags on the table beside the papers and sat in one chair. Todd pulled the items out and set Nick’s in front of him.
“C’mon, Nick. You’ve got to eat, and there’s no sense in letting good coffee go to waste.”
“I’m not really hungry.”
“Nicky, eat. We’re going to work this out. Don’t worry. Please?”
Nick nodded, pulled his plate closer, and grabbed up one of the newspapers. Todd crossed to their study, took a couple of pads of paper and pens and returned, setting one down for Nick and one for himself before swinging into his own chair.
Hours later, Nick had moved to the couch and was half asleep with a newspaper spread over his chest. Todd had decided a break was in order and was fixing them sandwiches when Jimmy reappeared. He took Todd’s offering of a sandwich, biting into it as if he hadn’t eaten in days.
Gaze drifting to Nick, Jimmy smiled fondly. “How you guys doing?”
Todd shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, I guess. Did you find anything?”
“Yeah, this Clarke guy is the squeakiest clean politician ever.”
“That’s about what we found out, too. There’s nothing on him in any recent news that might account for that letter.”
Nick sat up and blinked at them. He shoved the paper away and ran a hand through his hair a few times.
“There are some odd reports about the chancellor and a few incidents at the Chancellor’s Estate.”
“We’re going to have to go talk to this man. I’ll send a message to the office here in town in the morning.” Todd turned from Nick and faced Jimmy. “You’re welcome to stay here with us.”
“Naw, you two need to be alone, and I’m not very good at being a guest. There’s a small hotel a few blocks over. I’ll stay there.” After patting Todd’s shoulder, Jimmy crossed the room and grabbed Nick’s foot, giving it a shake. “Make sure he behaves himself.” He winked at Nick and tipped his head toward Todd.
Smiling up at him, Nick nodded. “Yes, sir.” He fell silent until Jimmy had left and they were alone once again. “Todd?”
Todd slid onto the couch beside him, brushed Nick’s bangs away, and kissed his forehead. “You remember the rules of being a hostage?”
“Yes. Blend in, keep up my strength, follow their rules.”
“Right. If this is some trap, you keep your head. If we get separated, I will come for you. Got it?” Todd suppressed a shiver, remembering Nick’s words when he’d thought Todd had died. I wanted to be with you. “I’m not dead until you see my body.”
“Yes.” Nick nodded soberly. “I don’t want to go see that man.”
Todd sighed. “Me either, but I don’t see that we have a choice. He wants you for something, and I just keep coming back to one thing: you’re a sentry and owned by a sentry. We’re sentries, and if he’s in trouble somehow, or even if he just thinks he is, then it’s our job and our responsibility to help him. But this thing goes south, if it’s some kind of trap or not a hunt, we’re gone. I promise you, Nicky.”
They spent the rest of the evening preparing to leave in a hurry if need be. Their night was far from restful. A line of thunderstorms rolled through after midnight, making Nick even jitterier. Todd gave up on any sleep and was up before dawn. He wrote a reply to the vice chancellor, left Nick a note, and slipped out of their apartment.
The early-morning air was cool and still damp from the earlier storms. Later there would be heat and humidity, but in the grays and golds of morning, the air was fresh and clean. He headed to the messenger depot a few blocks away, pleased to find a few already on duty. His short note requesting an appointment on its way to the vice chancellor, Todd hurried back home, not liking the idea of leaving Nick alone for too long. His message would probably get to the vice chancellor’s office before it was even open, so he was expecting an answer later in the morning.
When he stepped through his apartment door, Nick was just wandering out of the bathroom.
“I sent a message. I imagine we’ll hear back this morning sometime.” Todd kept his voice soft.
Nick nodded, lifted a towel to his head, and rubbed it over his hair.
Todd crossed to the closet and pulled out a pair of loose-fitting cotton pants with matching shirt for Nick and dress pants and shirt for himself. “We should probably wear something nicer than jeans. They’ll search us for weapons—none are allowed in the government offices without permits—so keep your eyes open, stay on your toes.”
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