Chapter Thirteen
The Favorite
Coretta didn’t kneel. When Thomas led her on wobbly legs and me into the living room he made me hit the floor, but Gavin asked Coretta to remain standing, much to his credit, and receive the news.
“You’re going back to Sanctuary, but not in disgrace. I will make sure that everyone knows you are an excellent slave. But after three days it’s already clear you just can’t stand the strain. At least not the kind that I would put you through.”
“Yes, sir,” Coretta said. “I understand. It’s funny. I told a friend of mine that I was going to fight with everything I had for a master. But if you choose me, you would always be wondering if and when you might go too far. You would tense up, be distracted, and I deserve better than that. I want a master that will focus
