EPILOGUE
MIRIAM THREE MONTHS LATERAnother gold bikini. This time, Miriam wore loose fitting pants, but it was still an itty-bitty top designed to display all her goods. The outfit was annoyingly useful. When she wore it, she was no longer a person. She was property. Eyes just slid over her. If she could wear her normal white blouse and pants, she would, but protective camouflage and so on.
Miriam weaved her way through the crowded party and to the private area of the lavish residence. If anyone noticed her—they never noticed her—she’d claim to be meeting someone for personal entertainment.
An arm wrapped around her, pulling her back against a solid chest. “What are you doing here all on your own, female?”
Perrigaul nuzzled the crook of her neck, near the scar he left. A thin piece of s
