Sirius
“Why isn’t she dead already?” I resist the urge to throw something out of the window. Or I might as well just throw the girl sitting there before me. Say she just fell.
Cara stands nervously before me, holding her hands in her lap as if she really is the virgin that she’s pretending to be in front of everyone. She’s pretty good at it, a natural-born talent. That’s one of the reasons why I picked her up in the first place. I have an eye for those things.
“Not only she isn’t dead, “ I went on, pacing around,“ He actually took her as a bed slave. “
“But this is what you wanted, “ she says, quietly, “This is still something you can use. “
I stop pacing and prop myself on the edge of the table.
I regard Cara. She is pretty. Most of the time, she is useless and too stupid, but s
