CHAPTER FOUR
The Foster KidLeilah wondered if the body might float away before Hector rediscovered it. She followed her father around their vast empire, head hung in shame and dread. Many times, she almost blurted out the truth, only the stern set of Hector’s shoulders making her unwilling to speak. He sent her to let the dogs loose and they chased around her feet, barking and tripping her up. Between them, they traversed the kilometres of grassland and rounded up the sweating mares. Leilah noticed how they carried their tails high, tossing their heads and prancing. Hector glanced back at her with irritation burgeoning in his face and she pursed her lips. “Damn Leilah!” he hissed. “They’re in season, the whole b****y lot.” He shook his head and she cringed.
“I said I’m sorry.”
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