Danika followed Baski to the backyard, where the woman ordered her to carry some wood to the storage shed and arrange it properly.
She’d wanted to question Baski, but the older woman dismissed her by turning and setting off to another thing altogether.
How could Baski bring her out from something as important as ‘introduction’, just for her to carry logs from one place to another?
Something was definitely off.
Time dragged by. The more Danika carried the wood, the more her back prickled. Her chest became heavy. She felt uncomfortable.
Something was off. Something was wrong. Whatever it was, it must be terrible to affect her this way.
Danika forgot all about being a slave that never questioned orders and dropped the next log she carried.
“B-Baski?” she called. It surprised her that
