Todd Ruger is a sentry, a very good one, some might say the best. He was eleven when he and Nick were bound as master and slave. Todd spent the years Nick lived in the slave village waiting for the day Nick could leave and they’d be together, bit by bit building a life for both of them. He took his role of master seriously. It was his responsibility to provide for Nick, protect him and along the way he learned to love him. Todd loved Nick deeply and completely. They were more than a pair of sentries. Todd and Nick were friends, lovers, mates.<br><br>Eighteen months ago, Nick left the small village where he’d spent his entire life being raised and trained as a slave. Blessed with a unique skill set, Nick became a sentry. He took his place beside his master, Todd Ruger, defending society against the many paranormal threats that abound. They became more than master and slave, they became mates. Nick had found a home with Todd and together they became a family. Eventually, Nick’s special abilities and skills attract the attention of the second most powerful man in New Colorado Protectorate’s government, Vice Chancellor Clarke. Or, maybe certain people knew of Nick all along and just now had cause to use him. He believes Nick might be the answer to explaining Chancellor Shaffer’s sudden, unusual behavior.<br><br>Forced to go undercover the Chancellor’s Estate, Todd and Nick discover an ancient and deadly creature preying on residents of the estate. The same creature that is radically effecting Chancellor Shaffer. A creature only Nick can see in its true form. It hunts using specialized skills and has Todd and Nick in its crosshairs. Even if they defeat the creature and survive, they still face the possibility of being torn from each other when their lives are thrown into chaos by the thing they’re hunting.

Together Bound

Todd slid through the door and closed it softly behind him. One thumb jerking over his shoulder, he said, “Do you want some coffee or something? I can get it for you. Or are you hungry?”


“My master always said coffee was the devil’s drink,” she mumbled. Even with her legs pulled into the chair, Todd could tell she was tall, probably just a few inches shorter than he was. She was older than Nick by a few years, closer to Todd’s age, he guessed, with strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, plus a few stray strands she brushed away from her face with long fingers. Deep blue eyes watched him intently.


Todd wrapped both hands protectively around his mug and glanced down at the liquid sloshing inside. “Pity. It’s way too good to waste it on the devil.”


She glanced up, the corners of her mouth twitching up. Todd set his mug on the table, slipped his jacket off, and hung it over the back of the nearest chair.


Chapter 31