Xira POV
"Maybe we should sell her to one of those brothels." Luther said coldly. "Since she is so willing to sell her body to the highest bidder."
I began to shake my head, as if rejecting the fate he had suggested.
A brothel? I would not survive there.
Judging by the way I was being handled here, I was not likely to survive either.
But, a brothel?
I shuddered fearfully at the thought of the patrons I would be made to serve.
I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face.
"You and your father must be dumb to think we could be fooled." Elias sneered, moving close behind me so that I could feel his warm breath on the nape of my neck and for a second, his body tensed, his nostrils flaring as if he were fighting the very air around me.
I noticed the pulse jumping in his neck.
He looked like a man starving, and for a terrifying second, I thought he was going to lean down and bite me, not out of hate, but out of some dark, primal need.
