“You’ve met her only once and you’re so sure?”
Maura stared out from the vehicle, her eyes hidden behind those big sunglasses, but I felt they were trained on me, seeing right through to my hiding place. “She’s just a little slave girl.”
Gerard didn’t respond. He straightened behind the wheel and the Hummer rolled forward.
I shook in rage as the Hummer’s sounds receded in the distance. Just a little slave girl? That b***h!
I ran off in what I hoped was the opposite direction of the cabins. I don’t know how long or how far and remembered very little. At last, my chest heaving, my legs burning, I was forced to stop. Thirsty. Very thirsty. I sucked at the bit, hoping to draw back some drool or even a trace of moisture to my dry mouth, but all I got was the taste of hard rubber and a chill
