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.

fire. They told me about their

about how to run a compound and

were classes on all the different types of slaves

about everyone contained in the

‘s L I B R A R

sold each afternoon to a different group of women. The women were different

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

“but I could dance for you. I don’t

had forgotten our surprise. Would

confused and excited. This whole day had been a surprise, of course I

had me kneel in front of the fire and close my eyes. I heard them bustle in and out of the cabin. Chairs creaked as they

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

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