Seke caught Leora’s eye, the pink flush of her cheeks deepening. “Did you realize your daughter had already been here?” He already knew the answer by the way she turned from him, taking an intense interest in the leaf of the plant in front of her.
Humans lied. They didn’t have the same sense of honor as Zandians, a fact that had bothered Zander immensely when he’d taken Lamira as his breeder. But if you watched them closely, it wasn’t too hard to see beyond their words.
“Leora.” He kept his voice soft, so Barr wouldn’t turn back as he bustled away with the fruit.
“Yes, master,” she whispered, still not looking at him.
Veck, she was sweet. He vecking loved when she called him master. Which was wrong on so many levels. For one, Zandians shouldn’t take slaves. It wasn’t part of their cult
