Yes, it would be troublesome. Hadley couldn't win against her. To even consider such a thing was to open himself up to punishment. Even with himself set free Hadley would still obey Amy in a heartbeat. He wasn't able to fight against her. It would just invite punishment. He would get hurt. Or even worse, someone that he'd learned to care for would get hurt, being exposed to the same pain that he'd once been given. At least Selene had held protection from that, an heiress herself. A wave indicated that Levent wasn't hungry, and Hadley worked sharply at finishing removing the skin.
He was being stared at. Hadley was far too aware of that fact. He didn't know why Amy's friend had so much interest in him, but it was scaring him. He certainly hadn't done anything to warrant such attention. Ears flattened respectfully he fidgeted. What was life before he was a slave? Hadley remembered that, time healing the injury that had made it so difficult to think about anything beyond life as a slave, able to look forwards, and even on occasion back. His words were slow, stiff as if from not being used. Easy...got what I wanted...no ties... Not since he'd been driven away.
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