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Chapter 295 After dressing Lindsey in my robe and placing her in my bed, ensuring the furs were pulled up around her to make it look like I was sleeping, I pulled a scarf over my head to hide my hair, then slipped out through the hole I'd dug days ago. No one noticed me. A guard was leaning against a post, half-asleep. He didn't even glance at me as I passed. I kept my head down and moved quickly through the camp. No one paid me any attention. To them, I was just another slave. I was halfway to the cages when a hand grabbed my arm. "You there," a rough voice barked. "Slave." I froze.

My heart pounded as I turned to face the rogue. He was tall and broad- shouldered, with a map of scars running across his face. "Y-Yes?" I stammered. "My chamber pot needs emptying." He shoved a bucket into my hands. "And be quick about it." I stared at the bucket. It was filled with urine and feces, and the smell was so strong it made my eyes water. "Well?" he snapped. "What are you waiting for?" I swallowed hard and took the bucket. "Where should I-" "The waste pit. East side of camp." He waved me off. "And when you're done, come back.

My friends and I need drinks." I nodded and hurried away, holding the bucket at arm's length. The waste pit was a large hole dug into the ground, surrounded by flies. I dumped the contents and gagged, then rinsed the bucket with water from a nearby barrel. When I returned, the rogue was sitting with a group of his friends. They were drinking and laughing. "About time," he said when he saw me. "Bring us ale, And make it quick." I fetched a tray of drinks from a nearby tent and carried it over. My hands were shaking as I set it down on the table.

One of the rogues grabbed my wrist as I turned to leave, "Where do you think you're going?" 1/3 Chapter 295 425 Bonus "I-I have other tasks-" "You'll leave when we say you can leave." He pulled me down onto his lap. I tried to stand, but his grip was too strong. The others laughed. One of them reached out and grabbed my thigh, his hand sliding up under the fabric of my dress. "Stop-" "What was that?" The rogue holding me leaned closer. "Speak up, slave." I bit my tongue and forced myself to stay still. If I fought back, they would know something was wrong.

If I fought back, I would blow my cover. So I sat there and let them touch me. Let them grope and laugh and make crude comments. My skin crawled, and I wanted to vomit, but I didn't move. After what felt like an eternity, they finally got bored and shoved me away. "Get out of here," one of them said, waving his hand. "You're useless." I scrambled to my feet and hurried away, my face burning. I made a mental note to come back for these slaves once I got out of here. They didn't deserve this. No one did. Finally, I reached the cages. Gideon was in the center, just like Asher had said.

He was curled up on the floor, naked and covered in blood. The wound on his side was still open, leaking blood. But I could heal him; the moon was out tonight, and I'd removed my ring. I glanced around. The guards were distracted, talking amongst themselves. I slipped between the cages and knelt beside Gideon's. "Gideon," I whispered. He didn't move. I reached through the bars and touched his shoulder. His skin was cold. "Gideon, it's me. It's Avery." He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. When he saw me, his expression hardened. "Get away from me," he said, shoving me away.

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