Lianna stumbled back into the dusty earth. “No. I want to stay with you.” She didn’t truly want to see what her friend was suffering through, but she knew the value of loyalty.
“Go to the tent and get my tools,” Miri cried out between puffs of breath that had her whole body shaking. “I’ll need them for the new girl—and everyone else—when I return.” The two women locked eyes and Lianna fell into her normal submissive mode. She might become Proval’s primary wife, but Miri still carried the weight of being the herd chieftain’s wife. She scrambled to her feet and practically ran to Dirna’s tent. Just a few minutes later she walked into Proval’s tent.
The scent of s*x was heavy in the air. Proval was lounging on his rug, a self-satisfied smug look on his face. He was eating fruit out of a bow
