Ibernia could not catch her breath.
Indeed, her flesh burned where Rowan had deposited that pair of kisses. She tingled from head to toe, she wanted to shiver.
Illness, it could be nothing else. Her mother had always said that a port was an unhealthy place, and she, to be sure, had frequented the most unsavory corners of this port. Though ’twas through no choice of her own, Ibernia feared she was about to bear the price of her own folly.
Again.
Ibernia was well aware of Marika’s curious glance upon her. She took a trio of quick breaths and forced a smile. No doubt Marika had done nothing so foolish as Ibernia had done to earn her sorry fate. Ibernia had heard many tales of how slaves came to be bought and sold—most were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Or showed the poor j
