“The slave I once loved had grown into a woman I didn’t even recognize. She held herself taller. It was as if she’d been through so much hell, she didn’t fear facing the worst. Sure, she had apprehension, but she wasn’t a sobbing, crying mess, refusing to do what she was being forced to. She wasn’t begging for mercy. No. Everleigh wouldn’t after what I’d seen.”
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A.A. Dark,
White Out