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Medi wasn’t in the kitchen when she returned the next day.
Jally Cook hugged her tight, and noticing Jakira looking for Medi, said, “There’s been a spate of murders of Tamadeen clan members in their own homes and Master is scared witless. He’s stepped up his security. Murders happen all the time on the streets and in the slums of course, but not in gated villas. Medi is strong and large and Kalal is training him as a guard-slave.”
“Oh.”
“We’ll just have to manage with the two of us. It’ll be fine. Master has promised to buy another kitchen-slave at some point. Right, let’s get to it. We’ve got slave breakfast to prepare!”
Jakira tied her apron. She touched Medi’s hanging apron, held it to her cheek and brought it to her nose to sniff his scent. I miss him already.
She started t
