The sight was heartbreaking for Baski, and tears filled her eyes. She lowered her knees to the ground beside Sally, her head bowed. “Please, my king,” she whispered.
Silence.
“Why would I want to do that, Baski?” he growled, his face expressionless. But fire banked in his eyes.
Baski could think of a few reasons, but she knew that all of them would be unappreciated by the king, who wore coldness as a shield.
Baski stared up at him. “This girl, Sally… you asked me one day why most people in Salem like her so much.”
Lucien nodded, his eyes on the both of them.
“She fed us all when we were still enslaved, My Lord. All the good food we ate there came from her.” She smiled through her tears. “She’d steal from the kitchen and bring it to the slave dungeons and share.”Baski stared at the gi
