August was doing better. He still wasn’t talking much, but neither did he have that far away look in his eyes. Silas and I had discussed his leaving, which I knew had been coming. He had his own companion and children to return to and I had known he wanted to get back to them as quickly as possible.
The three of us had ceased our travels to eat, and too, I think we were both curious to see how August would react around other people. I hoped we did not regret our choice.
A slave had come to serve us, and had chosen August to kneel beside. He, seeing her there, had grabbed her up to kiss. It was a long kiss, one that explores and tastes, a kiss to familiarize himself with a woman he did not know. Eventually though, he had released her and concentrated on his food. At this, Silas stepped over to the inn keep, their conversation held low before he returned.
Within ehns there were several women, approaching our table. Slaves, young girls, a whore, a woman pregnant as well as a dark skinned woman and a very large woman. These women approached August, one lowering to his lap. It was the dark skinned woman, who was immediately pushed away, which was no wonder, if he had any memories of the mamba camp.
The pregnant female was pushed away as well, as was the woman that would have made four of me. A slave begged fro food and he ignored her. One he had chosen and she was pulled to his lap, kissing her. I was trying to figure out what it was Silas was trying to determine.
Silas looked at me an explained that August was sniffing them out, for lack of a better word, as potential mates. He waved me over to August’s side, to see if he would push me away as well. I approached and his eyes lifted up to meet mine and immediately pushed the other girl away. He looked down to his plate, lifting a piece of the bosk and offered it up to me. I lowered down next to him and took it. It was clear that he would share with me.
He pulled me onto his lap without thought and began to kiss me I was trying to shy from him, to gently urge him out of the kiss as to not cause any commotion. The girl that he had been kissing was still trying to get his attention, but he ignored her in favor of our very public display, and I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable while he continued to kiss me, undeterred by my trying to remove myself from him.
There was a call from across the room, directed at me, a man rising from his table and stalking towards us, yelling out for all to hear, that if Silas did not collar me, he would for my behavior.
Silas was already trying to get us out of there, rising and shoving at August’s shoulder to get him to stop. The experiment had suddenly turned into something more.
The man repeated his threat, holding up a piece of binding fiber to our guard. August did not seem to take note of what was happening, and Silas gave his excuses to the man, standing up for me.
I was able to distance myself from August’s lap and move behind Silas. I felt so small and vulnerable, my heart hammering out a rapid tattoo.
August eyes lifted when I rose to meet my own, then narrowed when I stepped behind Silas in lieu of protection. The man who had wanted me collared reached out to grab my arm, and then it happened.
August was quick. His fist slammed into the side of the man’s head, knocking him off balance and he wobbled, unprepared. August voiced a word and bared his sharpened teeth at the man. Mine, he said, as if I was little more than a possession already. August grabbed me and jerked me towards his chest. I appeared we would have to work on August’s social skills.
Whore, I heard him call out as we made our way out of the inn, I not daring to look back.
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