“Who is it?” I whispered to Mardichi who looked slowly over his shoulder.
He blinked at me.
“The Slave Trader?” I pressed.
Mardichi snorted. “So much worse…”
“Brother!” The voice boomed. “You letting me in, or am I kicking the door in?”
Brother?
Mardichi groaned and visibly slumped over as he dragged his feet to the door.
When he opened it, I crouched to get a view of beneath Mardichi’s elbow to glimpse the man beyond the door.
Mardichi leaned across the jam. Purposely blocking the entrance.
He doesn’t want him to come in.
Or to see me. I recalled he’d said he didn’t want me to see the man.
And as I lowered a little further, I could instantly see why.
The man on the other side of the doorway was heart wrenchingly beautiful. A golden angel of a man standing in the sa
