LONG AFTER THE FOOD settled in her stomach, Ty told her to sleep. Dorsey liked his voice. He didn't sound like the humans she knew or the men back home. There was something gravelly and deep with an unexpected lilt to his words. It wasn't merely gruff, it was self-assured.
She hoped he wasn't about to betray her. She knew the slavers who'd taken them prisoner could be playing games with her, but Dorsey couldn't understand why they would. Well, other than out of plain old sadism. And if that was why they acted, she couldn't do anything about it.
She wanted to trust Ty. She wanted to go home. And if he had a plan for making that possible, she'd follow his lead. The worst that could happen was death, and she'd rather die escaping than live as a slave.
Sleep didn’t come. She couldn’t move e
