Iris pov
Me?
I was confused. Why was he bothering about me? After all, I was just a slave to all of them. A southern slave who they all despised and loathed.
“But why?” I asked
“Why what?”
“Why do you speak as if you care about what I do and how I feel about you or Aiden?” I asked. “I’m a slave, remember?”
He sighed. “Yeah, I know and I have been reminding myself the same thing over and over again but it never sticks in.” He fell silent but I knew he wanted to say something so I waited patiently for him to speak. “The truth is ever since the day I saw you and talked to you in that goddamn prison cell, I...” His voice trailed off and I noticed that he felt ashamed of how he felt about me.
“I think I like you,” He finally said.
I said nothing as I was too astounded to speak.
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