"The confinement room?" the guardsman asked the lady who had asked the question.
"Yes," Penny nodded her head, "I am sure you must be having a fair number of slaves in there? After all, there might be people who don't follow the rules that have been laid."
She could see the hesitance of both the warden as well as in the guardsman's eyes and she didn't need to know why they carried that look. The council had done nothing when it came to shutting down the establishment but that didn't mean they forgave everything that went down in here.
The warden's eyes widened and Penny didn't have to know that the man had finally recognized her. His eyes looked at her fiercely.
How could he forget a woman like her? She was young and beautiful, a prized possession when his eyes had fallen on her the first day he had seen her.
