laia

When did you star here?_ I ask her.__hree days ago. Sir. Aspirant. Um__ She wrings her hands.__eturius is fine.__he walks carefully, gingerly__he Commandant must have whipped her recently. And yet she doesn't hunch or shuffle like the others slaves. The straight-backed grace with which she moves tells her story better than words. She'd been a freewoman before this__'d bet my scims on it. And she has no idea how pretty she is__r what kind of problems her beauty will cause for her at a place like Blackcliff. The wind pulls at her hair again, and I catch her scent__ike fruit and sugar. __an I give you some advi

There will be so much more in between. So much uncertainty. I don't know if we'll survive the catacombs, let alone the rest of it. But it doesn't matter. For now, these steps are enough. These first few precious steps into darkness. Into the unknown. Into freedom.

You__ou were like me. You were a child. A normal child. And that was taken from you.___oes that bother you?___ell, it certainly makes you harder to hate.

Are the Trials starting?_ The girl claps her hands over her mouth. __'m sorry,_ she whispers. ______t's all right._ I don't smile at her. It will only scare her. For a female slave, a smile from a Mask is not usually a good thing. __'m actually wondering the same thing. What's your name?___-slave-Girl._ Of course. My mother would already have scourged her name out of existence.__ight. You work for the Commandant?_ I want her to say no. I want her to say that my mother roped her into this. I want her to say she's assigned to the kitchens or infirmary, where slaves aren't scarred or missing body p

Fight back, Laia. For Darin. For Izzi. For every Scholar this beast has abused. Fight. A scream bursts from me, and I claw at Marcus__ face, but a punch to my stomach takes the wind out of my lungs. I double over, retching, and his knee comer up into my forehead. The hallway spins, and I drop to my knees. Then I hear him laughting, a sadistic chuckle that stokes my defiance.Sluggishly, I throw myself at his legs. It won__ be like before, like during the raid when I let that Mask drag me about my own house like some dead thing.This time, I__l fight. Tooth and nail, I__l fight.

I don't smile at her. It will only scare her. For a female slave, a smile from a Mask is not usually a good thing.

You__e sure this is what you want?_ I search her eyes for doubt, fear, uncertainty, but all I see is that fire. Ten hells____ sure___hen I__l find a way