Chapter Fifteen
“Second business,” intoned the leader. Or priest, or head corporate warlock, or whatever he was. “Mister Supervisor, we kindly require the aspirant guard presented to this conclave.”
This time, there was movement behind Cassie. Whoever entered the room used the same door Cassie had come through, but with the sword against her skin and pushing up on her breast, there was no way she could turn to see what was going on.
The clank of chains sounded odd, and when the new arrival was finally in Cassie’s view she was surprised to see a woman, naked, in slave chains, wearing a hood of the same type the level four applicant had worn.
A flash of insight made Cassie physically shiver, despite the blade held against her. The guards were recruited from among the slave prisoners them
