She went pale. "I don't remember it."
She looked at him then—really looked, for the first time. Her eyes were amber, flecked with gold. "I had a dream last night," she said, each word careful, as if confessing a crime. "In the dream, I walked out the front door. Just walked. No permission slip. No tracking chip. I walked until my feet bled and then I kept walking." live with a slave
He'd chosen to keep her for thirty days, just to see. She went pale