When the throes of passion has died, Mary felt the pang of guilt. Of course she has a conscience, just that during moments when they were intimate, she always seems to have amnesia.
Fuck. That wasn't a suitable excuse. She needs to find her friend. Only the gods know what he has been subjected to until now.
The problem is finding out where Dominus has kept him. She couldn't risk angering him more by continually asking for Malavar's freedom.
He will just become more inclined to hurt her friend, given his jealous streak. If she didn't want her friend's head to roll, she better keep her mouth shut.
It will be even better if she can pretend not to care for him. So that is exactly what she was trying to do.
Of course, because she knows these rules, she tries to abide by them. She smiled as if nothing is wrong in the world as Dominus lowered the vines for her to pick a cluster of grapes.
