Chapter 8

They traveled for a long time in silence except for the sound of the horse hooves crunching on the gravel, twigs, and dead leaves. The movement stopped. She waited for her door to open, and it did, but not to the person she thought.

Instead of those captivating eyes looking at her own with curiosity, there was a pair of hazel eyes looking at her with hate. She was too stunned to do anything else but stare. She remembers seeing those same eyes before in her mother’s parlor. “So ur the bitch, who thinks she’s gonna change the world!”

“Saya, I’ve already warned you once. You will show respect, for she is the mistress of this house now, rather ya like it or not,” Garrison said to the owner of those hate-filled eyes.

“How can ya trust er? Samuel told me she git off dat train with my treacherous brother.” The girl looked to be no more than 11 or 12. She was a beauty to see, even with her bad grammar and the hate in her eyes. Her hair was parted down the middle with a bra