Lucea is reduced to begging. "Please! You are mistaken. There's nothing like that at all. I am just a human and everyone knows that. You can ask around if you want!"
If the woman had an ounce of pity, she would have let Lucea go at the expression on her face. But Mira's heart is cold as stone.
"Victor, Wendy! Come and show this girl to her room. I need to rest now because I am tired." She yawns dramatically.
Immediately, two kids, about eight or nine years old, rush into the room, looking all ready for any command. Lucea's heart sinks. "Are these the kids you took from our pack?" She asks in a whisper.
"Yes. The latest one I got is still too small to work. I will wait for her to grow up, then she will join her friends in serving me. They are pretty good at rubbing my feet and scalp, fe
