Chapter 181

There were differences in the marks on the men, of course. Tiny symbols in the background denoted breeders back three generations. I moved soapy fingers over Christof's mark and froze suddenly.

It could not be right. I was sure I wasn't correct. I scooped water up and rinsed the shoulder, but it was still there. I traced the tiny symbol with my fingertip and just felt stunned.

Christof was the grandson of a human slave.

"Ciara," Christof said placing a hand over mine, "what's wrong? You look startled."

My mouth opened and shut with nothing coming out. This was the wrong place to discuss this. It was too crowded here.

"Talk to me," he said urgently, "what's wrong?"

I had to think of something, Damien was standing up and walking to me.

"I noticed something and it isn't important. I'm just surprised..." I said looking between them.

Damien leaned down toward me and whispered in my ear.

"Tell us right now. There are no secr