Ella's POV
"Show us your wrists." I said to them when they didn't talk and I was afraid everywhere was going to be a bloodbath soon.
They complied and everyone gasped as they saw the marks on their wrists.
"You should have said something." Avila said beside me, scolding them. "Or show us your wrists if you didn't want to say that you were slaves."
"We didn't know who you were and were afraid you might send us back to town if you knew that we were runaway slaves." Someone finally said among them.
"If you knew that, why did you come here?"
"We were tired and hungry and couldn't resist coming over here when we heard voices coming from here."
I sighed. I didn't know that we were that loud for our voices to echo over the mountains but I guessed it would with the way everyone was talking
