I know, you all hate me. Which is why I am apologizing so much for not posting (I only just got back home) and I'm going to apologize in advance for the scant more chapters that will (probably) be posted this summer. Anyway, here's the next chapter, not yet beta'd but I feel really bad so It'll probably be reposted! – Emma
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Sarra slept for most of the boat ride home. While she was awake, she thought of what she would tell Jakob. She could hide it all from him, the simplest of ideas. Or she could simply tell him the truth: that he had done it, she hadn't even reacted, and it hadn't created a feeling in the pit of her stomach nearly as strong as his kissed and her knees had felt only the slightest bit weak. Or she could lie, and say he had come on to her and it was awful. But that would ensnare her in a series of lies and there would not be a way out and telling him the truth after that would completely break his trust. Rikash watched her silently and did not make any indication of his feelings.
The boat dropped anchor after several weeks at sea. Sarralyn sighed as the ship came to a stop and heaved herself to her feet. Now, she and Rikash would have to sneak off the boat and find a passage to Tortall.
"One room, please." Sarra requested at the inn at the very southeastern border of Tortall.
"Aren't ye a little youn' fer that sorta thin'?" The innkeeper's wife asked, sizing up Rikash and Sarra.
"He's my brother." She said with a falsely sweet smile. "One room please." She said firmly.
The woman relented. " 'Ere ye go. And don' think I don' know what yer up to." She winked and walked back to the kitchen, barely fitting through the door.
Sarra inwardly shuddered at the thought of such acts.
"Well, where is she?" Jakob asked impatiently.
"A minute, please, Jakob." Alanna replied curtly. "There, she's at an inn with Rikash, thank the great goddess he found her."
"What inn? Where is it?" Jakob demanded. Why did Alanna never give him the full details?
"I don't know, Jakob, there's only so much I can do and I want her back as much as you. The important thing is that she's out of her slave master's home." Alanna said, sitting down.
"What? You think she's still a slave? Is that how you think of her? She never was a slave, she was captured illegally, on Tortallan soil, and you are referring to her as – as someone's property?" He turned on her, takning his rage out on the easiest outlet.
"I didn't say that!" She insisted.
"Yes, well, as you did say, the important thing is she's out of her slave master's home." He spat the words out at her, mocking her and hating her for not being able to tell him where Sarra was.
"Get yourself together, Jakob, because if you're like this when she comes back, I'll make sure you never see her again." Alanna said, and left the room and a slam of the door for punctuation.
Ok, I know, really short, but I will try and update before I leave for Europe (*does happy dance about going to Europe*)
Please oh please review, especially you total CLFs (no, I won't tell you what that means) who add this to your story alert and don't review. I will put y'all's name's up again!