Wraiths and Shadows

He grimaced at the question, fighting the urge to withdraw. But she deserved to know her name. The reason he had picked her out, and had given her a hard time from the moment he had discovered her scent at the slave traders. “Zee. Her name was Zee.” He said, leaning back on his legs, before rolling to a standing position. “Come on, Adelina. Let's get you back to the Armada.” He said, but things had changed between them. He wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to bring himself back to that point with her. He would not be able to use her as a scapegoat. Blame her for the bad things that had happened in his life.

“Tell me, did you have any training before you were taken? In any trades?” He asked. His voice was less commanding now. Not demanding an answer, but requesting one. Now, he wanted to know about her true life. Not the terrible things that had been done to her.

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