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SHE was aware of everything the asshole did from the moment he’d frozen her and dragged her from her den. He’d been gentle; she had to give him that.
Careful not to damage the goods, that is. Was he planning to sell her? She hadn’t seen any evidence of slavery in Thrun, but rumors were that some of the other cities in this damned demon world allowed it.
How much would a human woman get?
Miranda tried not to let her fear consume her any more than it already had.
He carried her into the great hall itself. Where all the big-wigs of the city lived together—complete with plumbing and heat and probably real food.
So her captor was someone special, then?
That just doubled her chance of not escaping, didn’t it? Was he going to keep her frozen like this forever?
Why had he come after her? How had he known where she was?
He called for someone the instant he carried her inside and people came running. Lots of them.
Dardaptoans and other kinds. The rulers of the city were there, too. Everyone was talking at once, demanding answers from the creature holding her.
“Let’s give him a chance to speak,” the black-haired guy she’d seen walking around like he ruled the town said. “Adric? The girl?”
Oh yeah, she couldn’t wait to hear how he answered this one.