She stood like a mouse in a house built for giants, her gaze flicking from wall to wall as though she expected a massive boot to come crashing down over her at any moment.
The rags she had worn when they found her in that cramped, foul-smelling pit beneath the gang's hideout were long gone. In their place she now wore a bundle of clothes loaned, then hastily gifted, by a soldier whose little sister had long since outgrown them.
The gift had only become permanent after Laedio mentioned, with that disarming smile of his, that he would replace the set with silk at the girl's birthday. If he needed silk, surely his sister-in-law would have some old dresses gathering dust. What were family ties for if not to tug at them?
It had been a week since she had been carried from the hands of bad men… into the hands of other bad men.
