Everyone froze as they turned toward Beta Mathew.
His chest was rising and falling fast, his eyes burning as they locked on the slave master.
"Beta…" the slave master started nervously.
But Beta Mathew took a sharp step forward.
"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his voice shaking with fury.
"Have you lost your mind?"
The slave master swallowed hard, backing away slightly.
"The next time I catch you even looking at her," Mathew said coldly, "it will be the last time you ever use those eyes." He Snarled. "Do you understand?
"Yes…." the slave master, known for his brutality, nodded slowly.
Sucking in a deep breath, Mathew turned toward Sofia, and his heart clenched.
She looked so small standing there.
So fragile.
Like one hard push could break her.
Her arms were wrapped around herself, her shoulders slumped, her eyes dull and tired. There was no fire in them anymore. No fight. Only a deep, silent pain that had settled into her soul.
