"What... What I..." Velma was too stunned to speak. She felt foolish for thinking keeping her slave clothes in a tree was a good idea.
"Do not bother lying," the girl said, the smirk she wore still etched on her face.
Velma sighed. "Yes, I am from the palace."
"Whose slave are you?" She asked.
"I can't tell you that," Velma said. She knew that there was a possibility the news of Tharnis wolf slave would reach the tiny settlement and then she would be doomed.
"Then I shall tell on you when the kings men come to patrol, or better still, the slave hunters."
"Tharnis."
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Velma had settled down comfortably in the humble hut of the old woman who graciously took her in. The atmosphere exuded a sense of tranquility, and Velma couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging in this newfound sanctuary. She did not even feel as though she was amongst vampires.
