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You’re never going to get out of this. Not when Vetrin’s been fawning over the Renziu’s presence here for months now.
The dark elf, Fohri, speaks slowly. His voice is languid, liquid. “She was bothering me.” My blood freezes in my body. I know then that it is over for me. “And to be quite frank, I think I need to exact a particular kind of punishment on her.”
Vetrin pauses before speaking.“What kind of punishment?”
I can almost hear him licking his lips as he looks at me. “I want to purchase her so that I may punish her in the way I see fit. You name your price, Master Anocne.”
Fohri seals the deal when he bows to Vetrin.
“Please…” I find myself shuddering as I speak. I know I should not speak. I know that I might be signing my death sentence. “Please don’t sell me.”
Vetrin almost looks sorry. But not quite.
He doesn’t care about your existence. All he cares about are the Renzius and currying their favor. It is over for you, my dear girl.
Agatha’s voice resounds in my head, pitiful and filled with sorrow. Tears are streaking down my face, hot and fast. “Please don’t sell me.” I wobble and Fohri lets go of me suddenly, and I fall to my knees.
“Please, Master Anocne.” I am begging.
You are begging. You are begging him.
Because I just lost my life.
If he sells me, I die.
I think then about losing the gardens. The gardens that I have taken care of so carefully for so many years. And then I think about Fohri’s lascivious smile. And I know that the only thing I will be taking care of, under his employ, are my wounds.
Because he looks like the kind of dark elf who likes to inflict pain on his slaves. Vetrin reaches for me and yanks me up into a standing position by my hair. The slap to my face, when it arrives, comes as a surprise. It is hot and hard, making my skin sting. My nose feels as though it has shifted across my face, and my teeth rattle in my mouth.
The force of the slap ripples across my shoulders and down my neck.
“Be quiet girl,” Vetrin says. His voice is harder than I’ve ever heard it. “Just be quiet.”
4
IHOKHA
“Where the fuck has Fohri run off to now?” I groan in frustration. Glancing around, I scan the area once more in search of his face amongst the drunk party guests. Unsurprisingly, he’s nowhere to be seen, but my brother isn’t the only missing man in action.
“Wait a minute,” I mutter, eyeing the party for the owner of the estate. “Vetrin is gone too…”
I grab hold of a passing zagfer. “Is there another part of the gardens open to the party?” I ask the nervous servant.
“Well the main celebration is taking place here but you’re free to take a walk around the estate grounds if that’s what you’re asking.”
I let go of his sleeve and dismiss him. “Time to find him and get him out of trouble, again!” I excuse myself and head away from the party guests. Strolling into the main section of the gardens, I begin scanning my immediate surroundings with careful eyes. All around me is a beautiful display of well kept plants, their colors varying from bright yellow to a dark purple.
The hedges are well trimmed, seemingly clipped this morning from my estimate. Peppered around the gardens are various statuettes, ranging from small to large in size. I walk by a carving of a worg with one of its paws raised in curiosity. As magnificent as it is, there’s no time to admire it.
Occasionally, the route takes me close to the main building. I peek inside any windows in the hopes of spotting my brother. For Fohri to get into trouble is nothing new, as is him disappearing without telling me.
These days, it’s more of a surprise for him to tell me he’s going somewhere. For all I know, he spotted some girl he fancied, and enticed her into pleasuring him.
Typical Fohri behavior, and he thinks he makes a great leader for the people of Infnore?
I sigh in frustration. I may not be a fan of doing my job but at least I don’t slack off and act like nothing else matters.
If only Mom and Dad were still alive to see his antics.
