Chapter Seven
Patrick Dunleavy owned the hills, the rocks, the cliffs, but not the entire island. He owned the great castle atop the peak as well. Below his fortress, life teamed in a way that recalled the bustling fairs and marketplaces of Jolie’s homeland, the villages and towns. Into this new landscape Jolie walked on a leash through a wide thoroughfare teaming with brown-skinned natives, finely dressed white men and fancily arrayed ladies of all colors and sizes. The natives stared in wonder and the white men in judgment as the redheaded beauty passed through their lives, for just a second taking their attention from their tasks. This was not the first time the man with the fortress had brought a new servant through their streets, led on a leash as though she was a recently purchased
