Isa's hand reached out, trailing along his arm. It was a warm touch, one he rather liked. The female didn't seem happy though, worry and pain flashing in her eyes. No, this wasn't lust at all. Amy's friend was mistaken. Isa didn't want him. Again the spirit moved close, and Hadley shuddered. He didn't like this at all. He wanted to get away from Amy's friend, to remember if there was more than this nothingness that surrounded him. As he was right now Hadley couldn't even remember that he'd declared himself free, finally taking that step by himself.
The voice was wrong. No... Hadley looked up at the wolf. She was so gentle, so worried. She looked nothing like all those others he'd slept with. Mustn't hurt the customer. The words were complete nonsense for those who didn't know the trader he'd been broken by, but Amy's value on the customer was enough to keep Hadley from ever displeasing someone introduced to him as a guest. Thinking was difficult, and his eyes fell to the ground, allowing his mind to retreat to where it went when the pain got too bad, hoping that the voice would go away soon.
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