~ JESSE ~
"My brothers sold me to them," I muttered, still not quite able to believe it myself. I'd known my brothers hated me, but I'd never thought…
Rake stiffened. "Like the story of Joseph? Sold into slavery by his brothers?"
It was my turn to blink. "You know that story?"
Rake huffed. "The title Cleric isn't an honorific. I am a spiritual advisor, Jesse. Yes, I know the story of Joseph. I also know what your name means."
That made me squirm. "Don't tell him."
"I won't. That won't make it less true."
I gave a one-shouldered shrug, but didn't answer. I didn't think there was really any truth to-
"So, truly, your brothers sold you to the Reapers? In this day and age that's-"
"Human trafficking. Yes."
Rake gave a low whistle. "No wonder you wanted to get away from them."
