CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Peter and Sarah stand in line in the dining hall. The crowded space hums with the chatter, laughter, and clanking of tableware. Roasted, stewed, and boiled meats and vegetable waft throughout the room, getting more fragrant the closer to the baskets they get.
Peter takes a step forward, bumping the boy’s boot in front of him. “Oh, excuse me.” He moves his foot back, putting out a hand.
The boy glances at him over his shoulder, eyes glowing green, and a deep growl escapes his chest.
Peter raises his eyebrows, leaning back, and rolls his eyes. “Never mind then.” Clearing his throat, he steps closer to Sarah and remains silent.
Fia approaches with another set of female slaves.
Peter and Sarah sigh in tandem.
The slaves stand in Peter and Sarah’s places, and Sarah an
