veckingHis guard Gunt pressed his palm to the screen outside his door, so it was open when he arrived. He nodded at the male as he passed him, his eyes already on the cage.
“Have you been a good slave, Lamira?”
She shook the bars of her cage impatiently but wisely held her tongue. She was learning.
He opened the door and caught her waist as she launched herself out.
“Washroom,” she murmured, twisting out of his grasp.
He let her go, watching her a*s sway as she scampered to the washroom.
When she re-emerged, she held up the dress he’d sent a servant to buy today for her to wear. A simple Zandian traditional dress, it was constructed of white linen with a halter-style neckline and long, slim skirt. “Is this for me to wear?” Color had risen to her cheeks.
Was she excited?
“Yes. Try i
