I stare at the woman Chavo has introduced as Tessa in disbelief. A slave, just like me? My eyes narrow as I study her closely. She holds herself with such poise and confidence, it's hard to imagine her as anyone's slave.
Tessa meets my gaze evenly, giving nothing away. Chavo lets out another one of his grating laughs. "Well, don't just stand there gawking at each other! Introduce yourselves!"
I take a hesitant step forward. "I'm Rosetta," I say, my voice sounding small.
Tessa inclines her head slightly. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Rosetta." Her words are cultured, her tone polite but cool.
Anger flares within me at the absurdity of this situation. I'm being forced to make nice with a stranger while we're both shackled as slaves. But I know better than to protest openly in fro
