Carrick gathered Hermes into his arms, holding the slave close. He felt the fragile human heart beating against his chest, smelled the blood from the tear in sensitive flesh he had made when he had forced himself inside Hermes' body. Fae blood. So tempting.
His pale, cold gaze sharpened as Hermes spoke, though his arms remained locked around the still-naked slave boy. "In revenge for the disappearance of that Witch who was feeding information to the authorities about the slave fights? Or have I made another enemy that I'm unaware of?"