Rowan
by Grace Vilmont
Chapter One
“She’s gorgeous!” Dana
exclaimed when the slave walked into the room.
“She should
be,” Brent half-grumbled. “I paid a fortune for her.”
Dana sniffed.
“We can afford it.” They both gazed at the lovely slave who stood in the middle
of the living room of their expansive apartments that looked out at the
nightscape of the city. The view, even from the seventy-fifth floor of the
building, wasn’t nearly as beautiful as the slave.
She was tall,
not freakishly so, but just enough to be striking and stand out among other
women. Long, wavy red hair cascaded down to her waist. It was worn loose, swept
over her shoulders. Her skin was pale but not unhealthy, just lightly kissed on
her shoulders and across her nose and cheeks with freckles. Here n*****
