"But...." Tristan tried, but the king cut him off before he got a second word out.
"Enough. I'm not arguing with my beta over a human. If they want her, they can have her."
Bastard. Monster. Devil I ran out of words for what he was somewhere around the third syllable. How could he hand me over like something passed around a table, without a single thought for what I might feel about it. Right. Slaves don't have feelings. I kept forgetting that particular rule, apparently right when it mattered most.
"Perfect. Can I have her first?" Bernard said, already half out of his seat, delighted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like I was dessert.
"No, I want her first," Malcolm said, leaning forward, and I stood there listening to two grown men argue over me like I was a plate they ha
