Shady

"I am," Pratik agreed. "How long have you been here?"

Pratik's chest felt oddly tight as he now had to walk alongside the woman. Perhaps it was guilt at the fact that he'd even considered sending the woman into Tarr, ...

Pratik hesitated, feeling like a massive jerk at the prospect of sending a child or a woman in to face the man that he himself wanted to avoid. He bit ...

Pratik continued down the hall, feeling increasingly disoriented by the dynamics in this household and where he was supposed to fit in it all.

Pratik blinked at her, taking a moment to process what she'd said. So, Tarr's mother was here? And sister? That certainly made things more interesting. Somehow he'd forgotten that even ...

"Lord Tarr requested a bottle of mead be brought to his study," Pratik said. "He's sent me for another task."

Jerica took the shot that Mel held out to her, then took a step back so that she stopped facing away from Bo -- although she still didn't look at ...

Pratik barely caught himself before murmuring a 'sir' -- but instead, simply put the bottle down on the desk next to the glass and took his leave. Pratik strode quickly ...

Pratik felt a surge of anxiety at the question, but it abated when Tarr commanded him to speak. That would make things easier. He angled the bottle so the liquid ...

This was going to end badly. Pratik didn't know how or why. But he could feel it in his gut that they were on their way to some debacle. He ...

Pratik felt awkward simply obeying without responding -- it felt rude not to acknowledge someone speaking to him. But he could follow orders. And his orders were silence. So he ...

Pratik obediently filled the glass, carefully taking a fraction-of-a-second glance towards the paper. He couldn't make out much, just a few isolated words. But he was getting uneasy at how ...

Pratik wasn't sure why Tarr would want an existence where he only heard his own voice -- but he certainly wasn't going to challenge it. So instead he merely stood ...

It felt like a trick question. And Pratik wasn't going to take it, if Tarr was laying out bait for him. So instead of an answer, Pratik simply inclined his ...

Pratik was fairly confident that he was older than Tarr, but the cockiness didn't particularly surprise him, given the whispers he'd heard from the other slaves so far. Pratik glanced ...