"Over to you boys," I said, laughing hard, the sound echoing in the grand hall. My orders hung heavy in the air, it was a command that Lucian and Jamil were eager to follow, even though they were surprised I could tell them to have a fill of my property.
I watched them approach the table, their eyes glinting with a hunger that mirrored my own. Lina lay there, like a crumpled heap of cream silk and shattered innocence, as she was still whimpering, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes were red and swollen, as she darted it between my face and the approaching figures of my guards, a desperate, silent plea for mercy that would never come. She still didn't understand, did she? She was mine property that I acquired. I have paid, so she belongs to me.
But her defiance, that stubborn spark
