Chapter Three
“I rescued you, young waif, you will do as you are charged,” Lady Casia told rebellious girl.
“I shall not! I belong to Masal and it is to him that I will give my body.”
Casia laughed. “Perhaps you forget, child …” At twenty-four, Casia was hardly more than a child herself, ripped from the womb of her own home by a fiendish world. Now, however, she felt so much older and wiser than the half-proud, half-meek girl before her. “You were rent by three fierce brutes. You have no virtue anymore.”
“My virtue remains,” the girl vowed. “I consented to none of that. It was beyond me.”
“You lie!” Casia shouted angrily. She rose and slapped the girl’s face.
The barefoot girl turned away, then turned back haughtily. “I do not lie. You saw for yourself.”
“I saw you cringe and shiver
