Abrax's POV
How could she even consider offering herself to the Pharaoh?
The thought made my blood boil as I stormed off down a narrow, dark, cold alley where I knew they usually chose to drop the dead slaves. The whole area reeked of rotting flesh and was enough to make me cover my nose with my forearm to try and block the stench.
Sure enough, there she was in the corner, hunched over; her breathing shallow as the blood dripped down her forehead.
I couldn't remember the name of the girl as I picked her up and flung her over my shoulder.
"You're coming with me.."
Once we reached my house I dismissed the servants from my private corridors and laid the slave on one of the couches that was adjacent to my own bed. As I stared down at the dirty girl I felt slight disgust. How had I gotten
