Chapter 35: Captured

Renee

Renee jerked against the restraints around her wrists and ankles as she lay on top of her mom's bed. The ropes bit into her skin but didn't slacken. Twice now, Clive slid his hand up her thigh to her shorts, but instead of pleasure as she experienced with Damon, nausea swept through her.

"Interesting." Clive loomed over her.

She spat in his face.

After a chuckle, he merely wiped it off. "When I touch you, the smoky quartz in your necklace turns black. What do you think it means?"

She glared at him. "How the hell should I know?"

"Well, I think it means this crystal reacts to your moods. Like maybe it's linked you and another incubus thus causing revulsion with me." He stroked his narrow chin.

When Clive's sweaty palms mauled her at the museum, the intensity overwhelmed her, her inhibitions, her thoughts, everything. Since she'd slept with Damon, Clive's touch was revolting. Was she now immune to Clive's power?