Nick backed up until his feet slid over the end of the bed. He glared at the thing wearing his master’s face, brain whirring while he frantically tried to picture where the knives were and formulate a plan.
Crawling at him, the kelbit curled its lips into an evil smile. “A sentry and his mate.”
It swung off the bed as Nick’s feet hit the floor and he stood to his full height. His head swam and his vision blurred. Stomach churning, Nick realized it was the effects of the venom the kelbit had been feeding him for days. Knowing those facts didn’t help him, however.
“I know what you’re thinking. You’ll turn me in. But who is going to believe you, a slave? No one. You’re mine. Such a fine, fine specimen I have for a slave. I can go anywhere, do anything, and no one will ever question me. I’m
