Shopping took a detour

Being in Plague’s presence was easier with every step they took together. Rava still didn’t trust him completely, but he had come farther in half a day than anyone else after Saia. The freed slave knew that even if he hadn’t released her she would have been forced to make this journey. When at last she thought they would be travelling through the night Plague led her to the entrance of his home. It was much more luxurious than anything she had ever experienced. He invited her inside with a soft command to remain there while he retrieved Void. Plague told her what to expect with this other man, but she couldn’t help but to feel weary. She wanted to trust Plague, she wanted all of this to be real.

She heard muffled voices and tried not to listen as silver eyes studied the dark room. It was beautiful from what she could tell, obviously Plague wasn’t lying about being some kind of high ranked individual. Now that she was stopped the exhaustion was really beginning to take its toll, her eyes drooped heavily.

When Plague returned with Void she felt on high alert again, the new presence brought uncertainty only because she couldn’t bring herself to fully believe Plague. Every promise and statement he’d made so far was true, he had braved the slavers to simply return her cloak, and already she owed him much. She had long surrendered to the man though, and with how tired she was there would be no running or fighting if anything went wrong for her. So she bowed her head in greeting and timidly peeked up at the giant of a wolf Plague called his husband.