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Brides of the Kindred
Book 7: Exiled
by
Evangeline Anderson
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Brides of the Kindred
Book 7: Exiled
Copyright © 2012 by Evangeline Anderson
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Chapter One
“I can’t wear this! Not out in public where everyone can see me!” Lissa stared down at
herself in horror. The gown her new friend Kat had squeezed her into was the complete
opposite of the flowing white priestess robes she was used to wearing. It was a rich royal
purple and the material was stiff and binding. But it wasn’t the cut or color of the gown
that Lissa objected to—it was the fact that it was completely obscene.
“Lissa—” Kat began in a reasonable tone of voice but Lissa shook her head.
“Just look at me, Kat! I…I’m
exposed.”
She pointed down to the stiff molded bodice of
the gown that cupped her breasts in a tight embrace. The problem was, the gown only
cradled the
bottoms
of them, leaving her nipples bare except for the tiny pieces of pale
gold lace that fanned out of the tops of the cups to act as flimsy shields. They covered her
—barely—as long as she stood perfectly straight and didn’t shift around too much.
But
what if I need to move quickly? What if I drop something and need to pick it up?
Lissa was sure
if that happened, she would fall out of the dress completely, baring herself to anyone
watching.
“You’re fine as long as you don’t bend down,” Kat said, obviously having the same
thought. “Just stand up straight and don’t wiggle.”
“But…but what about the bottom part?” Lissa motioned to the lower half of the gown.
The skin tight bodice hugged her waist and hips, then flowed out behind her in an
elaborate, shimmering, crystal encrusted train. It was the place where the bodice split, a
few inches below her bellybutton, that worried Lissa. The dress showed her crotch in a
most provocative manner.
“I know it’s kind of…revealing,” Kat said, frowning. “But you
do
have decorative
panties to go with it.”
Decorative was a good word to describe them, Lissa thought, because they really
weren’t very practical at all. A tiny triangle of gold lace that matched her nipple shields
barely covered the small thatch of blonde curls at the apex of her sex. The back of the
panties was a string—just one little gold string that ran up the back of her behind. Lissa
had never worn undergarments like this before—Kat had called it a “thong”. Lissa called
it perverted.
“Please, Kat,” she begged. “I just can’t. It’s not only that I’m ashamed to be seen in
public like this. It’s…it’s that
Saber
will see me too.” She could barely force her kinsman’s
name from her dry throat but she made herself do it anyway. He was the real reason she
didn’t want to appear in this obscene getup. Lissa was naturally modest and shy but his
was the only opinion she really cared about. And if he saw her looking like this…What
will he think of me?
Lissa asked herself and was too afraid to contemplate the answer.
She and Saber were of the same clan—the Sun Clan of the Touch Kindred—and she
had been adopted into his family after her parents had died. There was no blood tie
between them but according to the strict laws of her people, the two circumstances made
Saber her older brother twice over and, as such, completely off limits.
Despite this taboo, Lissa had allowed an illicit love to grow between them—a love she
had subsequently ended. But to her lasting shame, she still had feelings for the tall
warrior with the hazel eyes. He had comforted her after the death of her family and
defended her from the bullies at the school they both attended as children. He had also
saved her life when she was wandering in the desert, dying of dehydration. With so
much history between them, how could she not still feel something for him? How could
she not care what he thought?
A look of compassion and understanding filled Kat’s blue eyes. “I get it, doll, and I’m
really sorry,” she said softly, breaking into Lissa’s ragged thoughts. “But this is how they
dress on Yonnie Six. In fact, this is one of the more
modest
designs—believe me, I
searched through all of them. Those Yonnie girls aren’t afraid to show a little skin.”
“ A
little
skin?” Lissa looked down at herself again. “Are you telling me there are
worse gowns than this in the cube you packed for me?”
Kat cleared her throat and looked uncomfortable. “Just a few. Mostly the ones for
more formal occasions like court balls and banquets. It’s a good thing the Mother Ship
has a clothing pattern replicator—I never would have been able to sew them all myself.”
“But I can’t be seen like this,” Lissa protested.
Kat frowned. “You
have
to be, Lissa. You have to fit in or your mission is going to flop
the minute you step foot out of the shuttle. How do you expect to recover the ancient
scrolls that tell how to defeat the Hoard if you don’t blend in with the rest of the
Yonnites?”
“But—”
“You look gorgeous,” Kat said firmly. “And don’t just take
my
word for it.” She
turned toward the door, smiling. “Hi Saber. How do you like your new outfit?”
Her heart in her throat, Lissa whirled around before she could stop herself. She found
herself face to face with her kinsman.
“Hello, Lissa,” he said quietly.
“Saber. I didn’t know you were here. I…I didn’t want you to see me like this.” She
crossed her arms over her nearly bare breasts protectively and took a step back.
“You’re beautiful, as always,” he replied, his deep voice husky with emotion. “But I
won’t look if you don’t wish me to.” Resolutely, he kept his changeable hazel eyes,
flecked with gold and green, fixed firmly on her face.
“Thank you.” Lissa dropped her own jade green eyes and found that she couldn’t
show him the same courtesy he had given her. Though she tried not to look, her gaze
wandered up and down the length of his large, muscular body. He was tall—over six foot
six as all Kindred were—and his skin was a deep, natural tan. She couldn’t help noticing
that his chest was bare, revealing shoulders twice as broad as her own and rippling
abdominals. Tight black trousers made of some stiff, shiny material clung to his lean hips
and long legs. Lissa tried not to look at the crotch where an impressive bulge pressed
hard against the fastening of the skin-tight trousers. Instead, her eyes skipped upward to
his throat and her breath caught in her chest.
“Saber,” she whispered, forgetting about her own state of dress—or undress—in her
worry. “What…what is that?” Her hand darted up to touch the thick black collar fastened
around his corded neck. Dangling from it was a long leather strip with a loop at the end.
“It’s a leash,” Kat said matter-of-factly, stepping forward.
“A leash?” Lissa looked at her, horrified. “But…you can’t expect Saber to wear
something like that. He’s not an animal or a
pet
for the Goddess’s sake!”
“No, he’s lower than that—he’s your body-slave,” Kat said. “And you’d better get
used to treating him like one or you’re going to blow your cover before you even get
your foot in the door at Yonnie Six.”
Lissa opened her mouth to protest but Saber cut her off.
“She’s right, Lissa,” he said quietly. “Males on Yonnie Six are considered little better
than domestic beasts. They exist only to protect and serve their mistresses.”
“And you’re willing for me to treat you like that? Like a slave? Like a pet?” Lissa
demanded. Saber was a Kindred warrior—a proud male who was next in line to be the
leader of their people. And she…she was just an orphaned girl with no family who had
been exiled from her home world for the sin of caring for him. How could he humble
himself to act like her slave?
Saber frowned, as though guessing her thoughts. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes
to keep you safe,” he rumbled. “If that means wearing these clothes and calling you
‘mistress’, I’ll do it without hesitation.”
Kat nodded approvingly. “See? Saber gets it. This isn’t some game you’re playing
here, Lissa—both your lives depend on it. So you have to act the part—to really
inhabit
it.”
“Says the girl who spent all of
one
summer at acting camp.” The new voice came from
Olivia, who was moving ponderously because of her advanced state of pregnancy.
Behind her was Sophia, her twin sister who Lissa knew was also pregnant. She wasn’t
nearly as far along in her pregnancy as her sister but she was still showing quite
prominently—possibly because she was carrying twins.
“Sorry to sneak up on you,” Sophia said apologetically. “But we’re both out of peanut
butter and I was hoping you might have some, Kat.”
Kat sighed. “Ah, the things I give up for my pregnant friends. Sure, help yourselves,
raid the kitchen. I have a couple of jars in the cupboard.” She nodded at the food prep
area of her suite but to Lissa’s discomfort, the two sisters didn’t immediately follow their
friend’s prompt.
“So, is this one of the gowns you’re going to wear on Yonnie Six?” Olivia asked with

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