Chapter 87
- The level of dislike they had had to stem from something. Perhaps pain and humiliation was at the root. Slaves could be treated in any way at all. I had to help them, so I had to know what I was dealing with.
- "No," Evan grunted sprawling across my lap, "we are not hurt."
- "Do they feed you?" I asked stroking Evan's hair. "Are you kept in a comfortable place?"