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her in his “I’m the doctor” voice.

    Her face flushed and with a quick glance at him, Byron knew, or at least he had a good idea. One of the marks, the raw ones on her back, had gotten infected. He needed to ask her, but not in front of his family.
    “Damon, Mom, can you give me a few minutes? I think I can clear this up. I won’t be long.”
    His mother looked like she wanted to say something, but thought better of it and left. Damon was a little harder to convince. He finally left the room, but wasn’t happy about it. Byron turned to Taylor.
    “The other day when I saw you, I told you there were raw places on your back. One of them is infected, isn’t it? If you had just let me see them...”
    “No, my back is fine. And it’s also none of your business. Let me up. I’m going to call a cab and...” Her scream startled them.
    Byron had leaned on her legs to keep her from standing and hurt her somehow. His brother Jamie came rushing back into the room and nearly knocked Byron over to see what he had done. Looking down, he could see that her right thigh was swollen, her dress stretched tight over it.
    “Let me see your leg, Taylor.” She started shaking her head and trying to stand. He pressed her back against the chair and leaned on her shoulders. “Show us your leg, or so help me, I will punish you.” He had used his Dom voice and knew if she were a true Sub, she would have no choice but to obey. He heard Jamie hiss at him, but before he could say anything, Taylor started talking to their brother Damon when he came back into the room.
    “It’s nothing. Please, I beg you; don’t make me do this, please.”
    “Now! Your punishment is now twice as bad, shall we go for three? Show us,” he demanded harshly.
    Dropping her eyes, Taylor whimpered. “I can’t reach it, master. I hurt.” Byron reached the bottom of the dress at the hem and pulled the material apart. He never took his eyes from hers once the dress started to peel open.
    “Byron, what the hell are you doing? Taylor is...holy mother of God,” Jamie finished on a whisper.
    Byron glanced down. Teeth marks. Someone had bitten her and bitten her hard. The red streaks running up her leg couldn’t be good, and a quick look at Damon confirmed that. She was shaking again and he slipped off his jacket and laid it over her. Jamie looked at Taylor and backed away, his face as pale as hers.
    “Mom.” Damon shouted at her as she stood in the doorway. “Call an ambulance.
    We need to get her to a hospital right away.” Taylor fainted again.
    Byron sat on the floor of the bathroom, watching her, and he didn’t say a word. He really didn’t know what he could say. No one had asked him how he knew that Taylor had been hurt nor did anyone question him about the tone he had used on her to get her to obey him. He knew that they had questions. Hell, so did he.
    He glanced over at Jamie who stood in the doorway. As soon as he realized that the marks on Taylor’s leg were teeth marks, he had moved to the other side of the room and not said a word. Byron could imagine what was going through Jamie’s head—how, who, when, why and shit. Byron didn’t have any answers for him, none that he would share until he talked to Taylor, at least. Caitlynne, however, had plenty to say.
    “When we get her to the hospital, I have an officer there waiting to take pictures.
    Whoever did this to her was working beyond the normal BDSM scope. I would never have pegged her as a submissive, would you?” He knew she was fishing; she had been standing outside the door when he had threatened Taylor. He didn’t say anything.
    Nodding, she continued.
    “Don’t you people have safe words you use? I mean, a bite that hard, she would have been in a great deal of pain when he did it. I wonder why she let him...unless she wanted him to...Nah, I don’t think that’s it, do you, Byron?” He looked at her now.
    “I can’t answer anything you’re asking me. Whatever happened to