Cara's POV
The line of women stretched ahead of me, at least forty of us, all dressed in thin silk that clung to our bodies like we were being presented as merchandise.
Which, I supposed, we were.
"Keep your eyes down," the woman beside me hissed. She was older, maybe thirty, with dark hair and a scar on her collarbone. "He likes them shy. Demure."
"Sorry," I whispered back.
My heart pounded as we moved forward, one by one entering the great hall of the Black Moon Tribe. Through the ornate doors, I could hear loud music, laughter, the sound of celebration.
The sound of people who'd never paid for their crimes.
Disgusting.
"You're new to this." It wasn't a question.
The scarred woman studied me with sharp eyes.
"Is it that obvious?"
"You're too tense, relax your shoulders, sof
