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Forced to choose between loyalty and survival, he had chosen survival. Loyalty, he discovered, could be bought easily enough.
So he waited to see which the guard would choose— loyalty to Maryk, who was not only an aristo but an experienced second-in-command, or survival by giving full allegiance to the new Master of the Guard.
Finally, the guard said in a low voice, “No, sir, Lord Maryk did not include obtaining the list in his instructions.”
“No matter,” Krelis said with a dismissive gesture. “Lord Maryk had more pressing duties to consider.”
“Yes, sir. Shall I return to Raej and obtain the list?”
“Yes. By the time you return, Lord Maryk will be here with the slaves. We’ll keep any that may be of interest to the High Priestess and send the others back to Raej to sell on the last auction day.”
The guard saluted smartly and left.
Krelis rubbed his hands over his face. Maryk should be back by nightfall, the task completed. Then, perhaps, he could get some sleep.
Chapter Five
His stomach growled and threatened to chew his backbone.
Jared ignored it.
His muscles ached and begged to be stretched.
He ignored them, too.
The fierce need to piss had him swinging his legs over the side of the narrow bed. He pushed himself into a sitting position and fuzzily tried to remember what came next.
Rubbing sleep-crusted eyes, Jared looked blearily at the dark-eyed, dark-haired boy sitting cross-legged beside the bed.
“Davin?” Jared said hoarsely, knowing itcouldn’t be even before the boy’s expression turned wary. His youngest brother would be nineteen now, not the ten-year-old he’d cheerfully said good-bye to before he’d torn his life apart.
“I’m Tomas,” the boy said. “There’s no Davin here.”
Thank the Darkness for that.
There was something peculiar and faint about the boy’s psychic scent, but Jared was too preoccupied to figure it out. “Where—”
“We’re in the guest servants’ quarters.”
Jared shook his head and tried again. “Where—”
“Don’t know what Territory—”
“Where’s the damn chamber pot?”
“Oh.” Tomas pointed at a door in the wall. “Over there.”
Despite the urgency, Jared hesitated, finally awake enough to realize he was naked and only had a wadded sheet covering his groin.
Tomas grinned. “They’re all outside, and Ladies don’t care if you show your dangle to other males.” He scratched his head. “Other males don’t care either.”
“Sometimes they do,” Jared muttered, remembering confrontations between pleasure slaves that had turned bloody because desperation had pushed someone over the edge. “Sometimes they care very much.”
Tomas’s grin faded. His face paled. He scrambled to his feet and bolted for the door. The jerky movement and the fear that now filled his dark eyes told Jared more than the fading bruises on the boy’s bare arms, more than the old scars on the stick-thin legs that poked out of a pair of ragged short pants. And he realized what the boy’s diminished psychic scent meant. Tomas was a half-Blood.
Having too much psychic strength to be landen but not enough to be Blood, half-Bloods were outcast bastards, wanted by neither society. If the Blood sire thought the unclaimed offspring showed potential, the child might be taken in and raised as a servant, maybe even trained to become an overseer for a landen village. Most of the time, half-Bloods became the slaves that looked after, and were used by, Blood slaves.
And sometimes there was no one cruder than someone who was, himself, enduring cruelty.
Cursing under his breath, Jared followed Tomas.
The bathroom had two toilets, three sinks, and two bathtubs. There were no partitions to give anyone the illusion of privacy, but at least the toilets were better than stinking privy holes.
Sighing with relief, Jared took care of business and tried to ignore the boy standing next to him. Tomas might have learned fear in the slave quarters, but the boy was just too brash to have learned caution.
“You ain’t wearing a Ring,” Tomas said in a hushed voice.
“It’s invisible,” Jared replied curtly, hoping that would end it.
“You sight shield a Ring so people don’t know you’re a slave, you’ll get your back whipped off for good.”
Jared clenched his teeth at the honest concern in the boy’s voice and pulled the chain to flush the toilet. “It’s not sight shielded, it’s invisible.”
“Well, I cansee that.”
How could he explain something he didn’t understand himself? “It’s an Invisible Ring. It’s like the Ring of Obedience, but stronger.”
Tomas’s eyes widened. “You have to wear somethingstronger than a Ring of Obedience? You that dangerous?”
“I guess so.”
“As dangerous as the Sadist?”
Jared started to say something reassuring, but there was no fear in the boy’s face, just a held-breath excitement. Aristos had good reason to fear Daemon Sadi, but not young half-Blood boys. So he said solemnly, “He taught me everything I know.”
Tomas looked at him for a long minute, his mouth silently forming the word, “oh,” and Jared realized he couldn’t have presented better credentials to reassure the boy he was a “safe” male.
That grin that seemed to be Tomas’s natural expression flashed again. “You’ll be wanting a bath. We’ve got hot water and everything.”
As Jared watched the boy dart around the room preparing a bath for him, the full import of their surroundings finally hit him. He wandered over to the tub that was already half-full of steaming water. “Why are we in the guest servants’ quarters?”
“ ‘Cause the Lady took one look at the slave quarters and threw a polite icy fit.”
Jared scratched the back of his head. Hell’s fire, he was looking forward to getting clean. “How does one throw a polite icy fit?”
Tomas tugged on his earlobe and scrunched up his face. “Well, like the Lady did, I guess.”
That told him a lot.
Tomas turned off the water. “In you go,” he said, waving the wash sponge at Jared.
“Yes, Tomas,” Jared said meekly.
Tomas hesitated, as if wanting to be sure that the adult male he was ordering around really was teasing him. Then he grinned and dropped the wash sponge into the water.
Jared settled into the tub, closed his eyes, and groaned in pleasure. After soaking for a couple of minutes, he opened one eye and looked at the boy kneeling beside the tub. “So what did she do?”
