“Shari said I was too innocent for you. That you wanted a specific type of blow job. I don’t remember the exact words. I should remember them when I almost always remember everyone’s exact words. It’s odd that I can’t, and I’ve tried.”
“Why did you panic when I wanted you to suck my cock? Was it Brandon’s suggestion making you panic? Or something else? And baby? Look at me when you answer.” He poured command into his voice. If she didn’t obey him, he was going to force her head around so she had no choice.
Seychelle very slowly turned her face toward him. There was real fear there. “I know he planted a suggestion for me to be afraid of being humiliated, but I also am fairly certain that’s how he plans to kill you. I think he put the hit out on you. Brandon would think he was so clever using a woman. You’ve established a pattern on these runs. You choose a woman, usually more than one, right? However many nights there are, you use that many women. You whip them and then they blow you. You’ve done it every run, right?”
He nodded wordlessly, keeping his gaze on her face, the hurt that was there, without her even knowing.
“What better way to kill you? He just needs to plant the suggestion in the right women, the women you’ll choose. He has to get me out of the way. I’m too innocent, too naïve. Too terrified to suck your cock. I don’t get the job done, you go to someone else. That someone starts out perfectly but then whips out a knife or a gun and you’re dead. She would be the last person you would expect to want to kill you because, truthfully, she would have no idea she was about to kill you. She wouldn’t remember she was given the command. After it was done, she wouldn’t remember either. She would have no idea why she killed you.”
“Shit, baby, you could be right about this,” Savage said. He noticed, now that they were talking about things she was more sure of, like psychic talent, she seemed much stronger and more self-confident. “Campbell definitely believes he can get women to do anything for him.”
She nodded. “That’s true, but he believes he’s superior to everyone. I have the feeling his half brothers’ talents aren’t nearly as strong as his. Mine is far stronger than his, yet he hasn’t for a moment considered that could be the case.”
“You said something about the possibility of him being able to find a pathway into your mind just as you could into his,” Savage said, “if you used your voice on him.”
She shook her head. “Not a pathway into my mind exactly. He could find a thread of sound to use. That’s what I did to him to stop him from using Doris. That enraged him. I took two of his women from him, and then when he came to my home with Doris, I was so upset over losing you, I didn’t recognize that he’d set a trap for me.”
He stayed silent, willing her to continue. She was shaking. He wanted to get up and get her a blanket, or at least his jacket again, but she was next to the fire, and it wasn’t cold. She was afraid. He couldn’t imagine her being afraid of Brandon Campbell, but he was going to hear her out. He knew psychic talent could even the playing field very fast.
“For me, the way people speak are notes in the air. They have color to them. Everyone’s do. Those notes are trails that are paths leading to that person’s mind. You actually have the same talent. Most people have more than one talent, but the talents are varied and small surrounding the vast one. The main talent is usually not developed. Your voice commands people. It soothes at times. You use it on me, and I let you because our notes create this beautiful, unbelievable, wild music together.”
She saw it, then. He wasn’t the only one. Her notes. His. He rarely saw others, but sometimes. More so when he was with her, as if he was seeing the beauty of musical notes through her eyes.
“The point I’m making is that my talent is quite significant in this area. I recognized Brandon’s ability when he asked me out and used his voice on me. I was angry that he would right away use his gift rather than just ask me out. At that point I didn’t let him see that I had any talent. It wasn’t worth it. At the time, I had no idea what he was doing to other women.”
Savage would like to hunt the bastard down and do a few things to him. He stayed silent, willing Seychelle to continue. He could feel she was trying to separate herself from him, so he reached over and took her hand, prying open her fingers to bring her palm to his thigh. She didn’t look at him, but she didn’t pull away.