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His friend scoffs He shrugs and walks away

The fucking vendor lets theo Three steps away Four Five “Two hundred,” he calls to their backs

They stop but don’t turn They seem to be in conversation with each other

“One ninety” The vendor tries again

It takes the broad one two long strides to return His friend pulls out a burlap bag full of coins while he digs his fingers under the strap around my chest He rips it off, as if thick animal hide is easy to snap

I wince as the blood rushes down s He rips off the strap around hs and I crumple, unable to hold myself up In a flash, I’m swooped up over a broad shoulder

The Zandian claps a large hand down on my ass “Come on, little slave We know just the place for humans who like to escape their masters”

Chapter 2

Benn

Gorde carries the hu a few curious looks froalactic traders who choke theto want her Who wouldn’t?

She’s incredibly beautiful, even with the ridiculous uise her hair It’s pale blonde—the color of ly valuable Hu but brown color hair Red-haired and blonde human females sell for at least three tiht-skinned females—any unusual trait sells for more

Her eyes, too, are a striking color Pale blue-green The color of the crystal lakes on Zandia The ones I’ve only seen on old holos

Soon, we’ll be back ho to find a Zandian female to mate, as unlikely as that may be

Gorde and I were sent to search for any re Zander wishes to extend a personal invitation for all to return The deene pool as possible

Soht be lucky enough to find one last feh Why not us?