To kill was to be free. To be a Master or Mistress was to evoke authority. I could have done it all. I could have turned into the most feared Mistress that stone fortress would have ever held. The slaves who went on auction would have been terrified of getting bought by me. And I could have done it at Bram’s side had I wanted to be honest with him about my secret desire to kill. But how long would it have been before he crossed the line?
