Chapter Thirteen
Alexa stretched out luxuriously. She was back in her long, low, first-place cage in the slave market and people were still coming to look at her. Unlike her first day on display, though, she didn’t have to move around for the gawkers unless she wanted to. Right now, she didn’t particularly want to. Someone had put a small black pillow in the cage with her, and she was too comfortable to do any more than lie there, and maybe take a little nap.
Martina was in her cage, and Naomi was in hers. Lynette’s cage had been removed, since Lynette had bailed out last night. Alexa had half expected the skier to come by the slave market to sneer at and insult her one last time, but she never had.
“Psst. Alexa,” Naomi whispered from her adjacent cage. Alexa raised her head to look an
