Chapter 64
Ann pov
My heart hammered blood through my veins when Melia left me and took the other route.
Last night I was assigned to the tavern to serve the workers after their long hard day labor. Brusel, the ruthless of the slavemasters had sighted, and threatened that I visit him else he'd make this place a living hell for me.
And since I heard the bad and wrecking news from the other maids about Brussels. The intensity of my confidence plummeted.
Stepping my foot on the hard-tarred stony road that leads into a dark tunnel scared the s**t out of me. It sent some cold chills down my spine.
'Oh goddess!' I muttered with a weary sigh. My hands gripping each other, and then dropping to dust them on my rumpled ball ugly skirts.
This place reeked! It reeks of s*x and any kind of aw
