Her eyelids grew heavy and she drifted off to sleep, remembering the feel of Zander’s large hands on her body.
~.~
“My lord, a word?” Gunt, the guard stationed outside Zander’s room stopped him before he went in.
His mind on all the things he was going to do with his n***d slave, he stopped with a touch of impatience. “Yes?”
“Your slave, my lord. She’s been trying to escape.”
He stared, his mind stuttering on Gunt’s words. “She can’t escape.” Every exit in the pod was guarded, and every guard in the pod understood she was not to be allowed out. Even if she found an exit—and he hadn’t heard that she had gone anywhere but where she was supposed to go—she would never be permitted through it.
“She offered her body to me in exchange for helping her escape, my lord.”
Zander’s torso flushe
