The Invisible Ring

feeling she couldn’t examine and discard as a worthless trinket. He cringed as memories of his family kept trying to surface. He didn’t want her to have his memories of his younger brothers, his aunts and uncles, his cousins, his father. His mother. No, he didn’t want her to have his memories of Reyna, especially not the last memory of her standing there, bleeding from heart-wounds his brutal words had caused.
    The gray eyes still held his, but the fingers drifted down his shivering body, brushed over the hair at his groin, gently circled him like a different kind of Ring, and finally circled the Ring of Obedience. He felt the tight band of gold expand until he felt nothing at all.
    Turning slightly, she flicked her right hand toward the wooden table in the room. The guards’ startled gasps didn’t completely muffle the other sound—like a heavy coin spinning, like a child’s hoop that finally loses speed and circles round and round, lower and lower until the ground claims it.
    “Lady!”
    The shocked exclamation meant something, but Jared felt too empty to react. His body hurt so much it didn’t even register the usual discomfort that came from the Ring of Obedience—the discomfort that effectively kept a man’s attention focused on the threat of pain.
    “Hell’s fire, Lady, Ring him!”
    The psychic scents of the males in the room stank of fear.
    Jared frowned and wished his thoughts weren’t so fuzzy. Ring him?
    He slowly realized it wasn’t a heavy coin on the table, but the Ring of Obedience. The one he’d worn for the past nine years.
    Before he could even try to shake off the emotional lethargy and physical weakness, to comprehend what it meant, Grizelle’s fingers closed around him again and squeezed lightly. He gasped as pain shivered along his nerves.
    Light flashed from her fingers, blinding him. A clap of thunder shook the building. The unmistakable feel of power filled the room.
    Grizelle stepped back and calmly stared at the nervous guards, the shocked escort, and the sweating, hand-wringing steward. “You have nothing to fear,” she said. “He wears my Ring now.”
    The steward pointed a shaking finger at Jared’s groin. “B-but, Lady, there’s no Ring.”
    “Ah,” Grizelle said. There were so many nuances in that small sound, so much ice in the calm smile. “But there is. He wears the Invisible Ring.”
    Jared’s heart began to pound. The Invisible Ring?
    The ghost of a memory drifted just out of reach.
    The steward chewed his lip. “I’ve never heard of such a Ring.”
    Jared had. But how? Where?
    “The witches in my family have been using it for generations,” Grizelle said. She gestured toward the Ring of Obedience lying on the table. “It’s ten times more powerful than that little toy.” Then she paused. “Would you like a further demonstration?”
    The men hastily assured her there was no need.
    Jared closed his eyes. Hell’s fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful. Ten times more powerful. Ten times more painful. How was he supposed to survive that?
    He wasn’t.
    No one survived being owned by Grizelle. And now he knew why.
    He let his mind drift again, no longer interested in what was happening in the room. More senseless smears of words. Female anger boiling up like a violent storm on the horizon. Whimpers. Hands untying him, walking him to the final room. He stood where he was placed, passive.
    Ten times more powerful, and he couldn’t even feel it. Maybe he was numbed by too much pain. Maybe it was too subtle to feel after so much agony.
    If only he could remember what he’d heard about how it worked, or why it was different from the Ring of Obedience.
    Then again, maybe he should be grateful that he didn’t remember.
    The door opened behind him and the escort, who had stayed in the room to keep an eye on him, snapped to attention. “Lady?”
    Damn. Something had happened while his mind had drifted. The escort’s voice held cautious fear, a familiar tone that meant a dark-Jeweled witch’s temper was one careless word away from exploding.
    “The clothing you requested will be here any moment,” the escort said. Jared heard the man swallow. “Is there something else, Lady?”
    It took all of Jared’s self-control not to turn around to see what she was doing. It took all of his concentration to identify the quiet sound of a lid being unscrewed from a jar.
    “I want to look at those wounds,” the Gray Lady said. “They need to be properly cleaned and this healing salve applied. I’ve