It had been ages since I’d been included in a conversation. I started to tell the men my Keepers knew how to build a transport and stopped mid sentence. For the last long time I’d been heavily chastised for interrupting.

“Why do you talk and then stop, Ciara?“ Master Kein asked pulling me onto his lap. “Did you forget what you had planned to say?”

“No, Master Kein,” I answered embarrassed, “the Keepers don’t Like to hear me talk most of the time. They only like to talk to one another.

I’m trying to learn not to interrupt.”

“We will speak with them,” Master Damien said patting my head, “we wish you to be happy.

“It really doesn’t matter, Master Damien, I’m only happy when I’m with you all. I don’t care about talking to them,” I freely admitted.

sitting around the fire. They told me about

about how to run a compound and

the different types of slaves they

about everyone contained in

‘s L I B R A R

Damien said he assumed they were sold each afternoon to a different group of women. The women

and looked into the fire. Talking about their new life seemed to depresses them. I couldn’t stand

no music, Master Damien,” I said kneeling in front of him, “but I could dance

surprise.

day had been a surprise, of

my eyes. I heard them bustle in and out of the cabin. Chairs creaked as they took their

and watched me as his fingers deftly moved over a small stringed instrument. I leapt

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