We act like we are helping her pick up her fruits that fell out of the bag.
“Don’t make a scene, please. We will need you to come with us,” Rob whispered to her.
Her startled eyes darted around her, searching for an out.
“Don’t think about it, little one,” I say to the Elf slave when she realized Rob and I surrounded her. “Just come with us.”
“I can’t go with you. She will hurt me. Please, you must let me go,” she whispers, trying to wiggle out of the firm grip I have on her elbow.
People are starting to look now.
I quickly put my fingers on the pulse of her wrist and with my gift, I slowed down her pulse, until she was leaning on Rob, limply.
Rob picks her up and I take the bags of goods.
“No need to worry. Our friend is just dehydrated. We will take care of her,” I announce to th
