As the days progressed Claskan continued to try and treat the slaves with the kindness he felt they deserved. Raul would speak for the family and thank Claskan for providing food and shelter for them, but they would adjourn to a different room and leave him to his own vices. Nights were long as Claskan tried to build a bond with the people who lived with him.
The “s” word was rarely used when he spoke to, or of them. Every time he said it, he felt that his skin was trying to crawl from his body. When he would call them, he called them solely by name.
One-night Claskan sat in one of the spare rooms that he claimed as an office, of sorts. He stared into the fireplace, one hand dancing through the air as flame danced on the log while the other held a glass. At first it was just a flame, but
