Warlord began stirring through things. Tugging out a small black bag and stuffing a few vials in it and a few clothes.
“What are you doing?”
“Preparing to go on a mission.”
“So soon?”
You’re leaving me? I was half afraid of being alone. Worried someone else might come up here and do to me what Warlord had this morning.
He paused to look at me. “No one will get to you.”
“How do you know?” My voice quaked.
“I wouldn’t let them. You’re mine.” There was such confidence in his voice that I found it somehow reassuring.
Even though it means he’s coming back.
And he sees me as no more than a possession.
He gave me another quick look but said nothing. He slung the back over his shoulder. But he paused when he heard my question.
“If you can’t leave, why doesn’t you
