Chapter 8As Markus and Troy rode out from the camp to town, Markus amused himself by categorizing all the things that were different from the first time he rode with Troy. First the direction, riding his own horse, the clothing, his status, then a slave and now an oath-sworn member of the Company. And finally, if he were honest, his emotional state. That first trip back from the auction to the camp, he’d been part terrified and part confused—but the fear had predominated. He hadn’t known what Troy intended, and hadn’t wanted to think about what the options might have been. He’d guessed correctly about being taken to his bed, and wrong about everything else, including how he really felt about that.
Before they set off, he’d taken some teasing from his friends and others about his reaction
