"Is it morning already?"
I mumbled, blinking against the sunlight that streamed through the carriage window.
"arm…so, sore…"
A voice spoke out as I rubbed my eyes and I realised something soft was pressed against my lap
I looked down and watched Leanne sleeping soundly.
"Thank God…"
I finally experienced relief after all of that.
Just two days ago, I was kidnapped and sent into a slave trafficking with no way out.
The night before my supposed last stay at Aethel, I had met a crazy boy just about my age… his name is Ezekiel and he marched into the camp past all the guards without a plan.
I don't know why this idiot stopped the slave trader's business, because going against a person's trade meant going against all trades within the slavery field.
Meaning Ezekiel would be a future target amongst all merchants in that kind of business.
