Well, Rhoa need not know. Most noblemen had beautiful slave girls and most noblemen's wives ignored the fact....
Dylara bore his steady gaze with calm indifference. The enforced association with the men of Ammad during the past several moons had taught her a great deal about them; that, plus a native shrewdness, told her she could expect little sympathy and no help from this silver-haired, languid-eyed man whose property she now appeared to be.
"Your name, cave girl?"
The soft, almost caressing voice repelled her. There was something ugly and evil behind it—a reflection of the man's true personality.
She met his gaze unflinching. "I am Dylara."
"What is this wild story you told the captain of my guards—the story that you were the noble Jotan's mate?"
"I was never his mate. I am no man's mate."
"But he wanted you. Why, then, did he not take you?"
"Because, in spite of his being an Ammadian, Jotan was a true nobleman. He sought to win me with kindness and consideration instead of taking me by force."
Deliberately Vokal let his eyes wander over the beautiful lines of her figure. "From your tone I judge that you do not believe all Ammadians would be so considerate. From looking at you I would say he was more stupid than anything else...."