Chapter 152

They had maintained a communication with the shopkeepers that outfitted the slaves. Fredrick had insisted they buy certain items last time he sent them a message. Namely, more chain for my waist and other strange clothing pieces. At the time they had found it odd, but he had insisted they would need it.

“That explains Fredrick’s strong desire to sell us this blue cloth,” I heard Kein say from the closet they kept their clothes in.

The men were worried about what I would wear tonight. They wanted me covered in front of Ronal and his brothers. Frankly, I was shocked. I was never covered. They only let me wear the belly dancing outfit for fun.

“We dislike their interest in you,” Damien said stiffly, watching Master Kein sort through fabric in the closet. “Apparently some men in the mountains are not like the warriors in the compound.”

Evan’s face was twisted in a grimace as he remembered Ronal requesting I “entertain them.” Damien’s family had known men with sla