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“It’s beyond that Zy,” she sighs. “I can take work without any problems, but…”
She pulls back her sleeve, holding up her arm to display bruises peppered all over her skin.
“This I cannot take. I don’t want to sit around for five years getting slapped around while I wait for my freedom.”
“Shit,” I mutter.
“What’s the point in waiting it out if there’s a chance I won’t even make it until then?”
“Well… What if I go and talk to this Mosar?”
“It won’t work. I appreciate the gesture but… I need to get away from him Zy. Please, help me do this.”
I run a hand over my face, letting out a heavy sigh. As annoyed as I may be about her plan, my heart can’t help but feel for her struggles. Deep down, I know she’s just desperate to survive, and that I likely would have done the same thing in her position. I can’t allow for this abuse to go on any longer.
Relenting, I amble to her chair and stoop down on one knee. Taking her hand in mine, I level my gaze with hers. As she looks back at me, I feel the weight of the world come down on my shoulders, knowing the fate of this human woman lies in my hands.
“Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll do it.”
Her face lights up with a hopeful grin.
“You will?”
“Yeah, I’ll sign whatever papers necessary to get you out of your contract,” I say reassuringly. “But on one condition!”
“Yes, I’ll do anything, please just get me away from Mosar.”
“You are to stay with me in this house for the duration of your pregnancy. This child isn’t yours, it isn’t mine, it’s ours, okay? I want to see the baby when it arrives.”
“Okay,” she says. “It’s a deal.”
“Whatever happens after the pregnancy… We’ll deal with it when it comes. For now, let’s go get that paperwork sorted, then you go grab your stuff and meet me back here, okay?”
“Got it.”
I rise and turn to move away but Kyra wraps her small hands around my wrist.
“Zy… Thank you. You’re saving my life. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this.”
My eyes dart between her hands and her face.
“Just don’t abandon me this time.”
14
KYRA
Thirty-two.
It’s been thirty two weeks of living with Zy. At first, I was paralyzingly anxious because of Mosar. I haven’t been back to his house since he last caught me sneaking in.
Even now, over seven months later, I still don’t leave the house. Zy doesn’t push me, either. He doesn’t even question it. Instead, he has a healer, Phemes, come here to check on me, and every time, she says I look well.
“How are you feeling?” Zy asks when he comes home every day. I don’t think he knows, but his switch to the day shift has helped me tremendously. I don’t enjoy being alone at night, and I’ve found more comfort in this minotaur than I expected.
“Nauseous.” It’s almost always my answer. They said after the first few months, it should pass but apparently Zykhus was a rambunctious child and his will be no different.
I don’t expect Zy to turn around with a glass bottle of juice and a bright smile. “I expected as much,” he says as he pops it open. “And that’s why I brought you this.”
