Same exp. as part 1.
The girl opened her eyes and looked up to see a pair of fishnet stockinged legs and a simple yet elegant black skirt. She blinked back tears as the woman's face into which she was staring softened and the crowd grew quiet.
"If you value your life, you'll not move," she heard a rough voice tell her, and she realized that there was a sword resting on the back of her neck.
"Jar, let her up. She meant no harm," the lady's sweet voice ordered. The sword was removed, but the next words sent a chill through her. "Bring her."
Images of a dungeon flooded her mind as she was led to a large house. The outside looked pleasant enough, but the girl wouldnt allow herself to be fooled by appearances. There was a man outside the door, and he looked more like a prison keeper than a husband or butler.
"Xavier, dear," the woman began. She was talking to the man on the porch. "We have a dinner guest."
"Veloria," Xavier didnt look happy. "Do I need to remind you what happened last time we took an urchin in?" That word. It cut the small girl to her core. Urchin? What made her an urchin? She immediatly did not like the Xavier fellow.
"Honey, she's just a girl, and a dirty, starving one at that. I'm having her for dinner. If you dont want to eat with her, you can eat outside." Veloria was now the girl's most favorite person in the world. No one had stood up for her since her parents had died.
"Fine." Xavier had been defeated. To Jar, the mam that had her shoulder, Xavier said, "Escort her to guest room. See that she gets some clothes and a bath."
