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again, he let her go. She let him walk ahead a few steps, then followed behind him, eyes downcast.
    Alex led her to the bottom floor and to the set of double doors that led to Devin's study. He knocked once and the door opened. Ian stood in the doorway and they eyed each other for a moment before Ian stepped back and allowed them to enter.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    Devin sat behind his massive wooden desk, waiting for Anna to arrive. His fingers were tented and his mouth rested on his index fingers as he stared out the window, lost in thought.
    Despite the wall of tall windows across from the desk, the room had a dark feel to it, which suited his mood perfectly this morning. The wooden bookshelves that made up one wall and his desk were all made from the same dark wood. The chairs and sofa that sat next to the windows were covered in dark green brocade. The floor, covered with a large, dark green rug, matched the dark wood of the rest of the room.
    Devin clenched his jaw, remembering the previous evening. To say he was angry would be an understatement; he was enraged. Twenty-three years of planning had gone down the drain because of that fucking German. Damn fucking Alex for interfering in the ritual. How could he have underestimated the man? How had Alex known what to do to interfere?
    His anger extended to Anna as well, although his rational side told him she had nothing to do with Alex’s actions. She couldn't have possibly done anything to encourage or prevent the derailing of his long-term plan. She knew nothing. Nothing of his plans for her; nothing of her true nature. Exactly the way Devin wanted it.
    Devin had thought he'd been clever in having Alex participate in the ritual. Alex would have spent the rest of his life regretting the fact that he'd been right next to Anna and watched her fade away, knowing he hadn't saved her.
    When Anna had told him that Alex had been cold to her, Devin had been certain that Alex knew nothing of his plans and nothing of Anna's true nature.
    Devin had been wrong. Dead wrong.
    How did Alex know and how did he know there was a way to interfere with Devin’s plans? Fuck! Devin had studied for decades and he'd seen nothing in the old tome that indicated a slave bonding with two Masters was possible. How did Alex know? Someone must have told Wilhelm.
    Fucking Germans .
    Alex's interference had even denied Devin the pleasure of fucking Anna after the ritual. He had been looking forward to having Anna in his bed, playing with her and testing her obedience and lost self-will. She'd been coming around nicely, learning that her pain gave him pleasure and getting off on it. Had he lost everything he’d been working for these last few weeks? He didn’t know because Fucking Alex had stolen her away after they'd argued.
    The rest of the Gathering had been one of the most difficult Devin had ever attended. He’d had to play nice and pretend everything was fine. Making a scene would have just exacerbated the situation. Devin knew he could still fix it, to an extent. He just had to figure out how. There had to be a way. There had to be.
    Since he couldn’t be with Anna last night, he'd gone into the Red Room and worked over one of his girls so badly, he was fairly certain he'd killed her. He'd taken two more to bed with him and roughed them up pretty good as well. At least one of them was still alive this morning because he'd fucked her hard and made her scream. The maids were going to have their work cut out for them, cleaning up his room.
    He slammed his fist on the desk, causing Ian, who was sitting on the couch across the room, to jump. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Years of planning and now this! He'd have to somehow share Anna now. Fuck.
    How could he manipulate the situation to gain the advantage for himself?
    The bottom line was that he had to get rid of Alex somehow. Devin understood that he couldn't kill him, but maybe he could just make him disappear until after Anna’s twenty-sixth birthday, when