She took the initiative, kissing him while her tongue slipped into his mouth. It drew the eyes of all those around her, including Noah’s. With the last of the light, he searched the river for stones. He stepped out from behind the waterfall, and to his surprise, he saw Tin standing by the wagon, waiting for him. The slave traders had spoken with an accent that he had never heard before, but it was English, though they probably didn’t call it that. “Master?” she murmured. In the modern world, even unpaved roads were made with at least a layer of sand and gravel to prevent them from being overgrown. She had been eyeing it since the moment she saw it, her mind buzzing with all the ways she would please her kind new master. He was standing twenty feet away and could smell her like it was twenty inches. I’m yours,” she whimpered. She mirrored the action to the best of her abilities, and Noah looked at the skillet.
