Loiral and Marcus - What Slaves Do - 5.vi
“Were you good while I was away, drow?”
Pretend it never happened, he said to Aeliira. To his best hope of escape. That shared conspiracy feels like a tentative promise that she might help him...
But on his knees before the human that he calls master, all thoughts of lying shrivel and die in Loiral’s mouth. There’s too much evidence. His healed back. The witnesses - hells, how many saw, if you count the slaves? Too many.