Chapter 5

“I’m Geoffrey Clarke.” He purposely left off his title.

“I know who you are, and I don’t care. You can’t do this.” Ruger’s left hand dropped onto his slave’s head for a few beats. Clarke doubted the man even realized he’d done that.

“I understand this is—”

“Hard for me?” Ruger snapped. “He’s…my…mate.”

“I was going to say—”

“He’s my mate,” Todd repeated the words, voice softening. “Do you have a family, Mr. Clarke?”

Nodding, Clarke said, “Yes. I have a wife and two daughters.”

“How about you just hand over your wife to me for whatever I want to do with her?”

Clarke winced. The guy had a very valid point.

“Look, I’m sorry, but I needed…I asked around, and your name came up over and over again as the best sentry. I don’t know much about…shit.”