Chapter 9- Barbecue
"Luna. You are treading on dangerous territory," Kamila mumbled, piling the plates expertly in the tray, "You are here for breeding purposes only. Within six months, if there is no pregnancy, you’ll be free. Don’t mess with Luna Tamia, ma’am."
"I’ll be free? No, Kamila. I’ll be a slave, serving the whole palace for my whole life."
I didn’t want to upset Luna Tamia. I was sure there must be some punishment brewing inside her head.
Kamila was right. This time, I crossed a line and caught Luna Tamia doing something that was meant to be hidden from all the packhouse residents.
Before Kamila could respond, the door to my room slammed open with a loud thud. Luna Tamia barged inside like a storm. Her slaves and Tina followed her inside.
For some odd reason, Tina looked too pleased with herself.
Kamila straightened up, the tray tightly clutched in her hands, "Luna Tamia—"
Luna Tamia raised her hand to stop her, "Leave!" she ordered Kamila coldly. Kamila hesitated; her eyes darted to me, then to the slaves.
Poor girl was afraid for me.
"I said leave!" Luna Tamia snapped.
Kamila lowered her gaze and quietly walked out, shutting the door behind her. My heartbeat was frantic, not knowing what they would do to me.
"I’m..." I swallowed hard, "I’m sorry... I know I made a mistake..." My voice was barely above a whisper.