Chapter 230

Damien whispered to me again, “We are going upstairs and you will tell us. I do not like it when you keep secrets from me.”

We marched upstairs and as soon as the door closed Damien looked pointedly at me.

“Christof’s mark,” I pointed to his shoulder, “his female breeder two generations ago was a human slave,” I finished.

They just stared at me and I started to feel stupid. Maybe they already knew or maybe they didn’t care. I thought of ways to apologize for overreacting and cutting our time downstairs short.

“Are you sure?” Christof asked, touching the mark with his left hand as though his fingers could read what I had just said.

Kein brushed Christof’s hands away and looked at the mark closely. “It looks as it always has, brothers,” he said relaxing his shoulders.

“The tutors taught me to read the marks to tell ancestry—” I started to say and Evan cut me off.

“We don’t remember this lesson,” he said stubbornly.

I thought back to that