As predicted. The husband left and I was brought to the villa. Luckily, she did not push me as hard as usual. She saw the many bandages. She saw how much pain I was in. She wanted me alive. Not dead, and these injuries were close to killing me, but it gave Mara and I an opportunity to be alone as we walked through the villa. She was really “escorting” me back, but we were walking at a slow pace, our voices turned into whispers.
“Have you talked to the others?” I asked.
“I told you it was an insane idea, and I am not doing it!”
“Mara, this is the only way. Her husband is gone, and if you can just get some weapons-“
“James!”
She turned to me, cutting me off and glaring at me.
“They are slaves!” she whisper-yelled before looking around herself.
Then she turned back to me, and I calmly
