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Chapter 19

Mya arrived in that old town. She gazed around. Nothing had changed except that she was walking around as a human. Men even carried her bags to the hotel for her. She hid a smile under the straight faced, nose in the air expression she held. Some of them were the same ones who had looked at her like she was an animal or a thief. Now they thought she might give them a big tip.

She settled into the hotel, then she went back to Flair's farm. That farm was well known for its Ivex breeding and Flair was always open to the public. He had to make money and didn't wait for the weekend swap meets to make it.

"Can I help you?" Flair's wife. The one who had first complimented her when she was on Roman's leash stared her right in the face.
"I heard you stock quality Ivex." She stated with a snooty air. "I have come from a few towns over to see for myself."

"Well, I'm glad to hear our reputation has spread that far."

"Oh, yes. Your reputation is well known." She raised her eyebrow but she doubted the woman caught on to her sarcasm.

"I'll show you around." She took her down a dirt path. She looked out at the Ivex behind the tall iron fence. They wandered, sat, fought. Like livestock. Like animals. She saw features in all of them that reminded her of Diesel and herself. Many of them were probably her nieces and nephews. It saddened her that she couldn't' save them all, but she knew most of them could not survive in the world beside humans.

"See anything you like?"

"I'll keep looking thanks." She said. She still couldn't believe that the woman didn't recognize her. Maybe it was the blonde hair. Or maybe it was because they couldn't believe any Ivex could be walking and talking just as well as one of them.

Then she saw him. Locked in a small iron cage. He was sitting and still had to hunch over. His legs were pulled as close as possible to his chest. The cage was that small. It left him no room to move in any direction and the bars looked to be pressed into his arms. He looked horrible. His hair was matted. He wasn't clean and he had been severely beaten.

"What is wrong with that one?" she stated putting a hankerchief over her nose as if she was scared to catch something.

"Trouble." Is all she would say. "He's untamable. He's going off to auction."

"Is that safe."

"My husband put too much money into him. He won't do away with it without making some kind of profit."

"Hmm." She said, but she wanted to cry. A little Ivex came running up to her. A tiny little girl. Very frail looking. She looked like very wild, but seemed terrified.

"Oh. This one is always slipping out between the bars. It's so puny." The woman gasped and called for one of her hands. "Might be time to put the runt down."

Mia lifted the girl's chin. Acting like she was inspecting her.

"She might be good enough for the house." She said matter of factly. "She's young. My father said it's the best time for them to be trained. I'll take this one. If the price is fair."

"Five bucks. Glad to be rid of it." The woman snapped. "I'll be happy to unload her. She's your problem now lady."

But Mia couldn't see her as a problem. She fell in love with her just by setting eyes on her. She just couldn't walk away knowing that innocent child was going to be put to death. She paid for the child and kept one hand on a rope and the other on its hand. She didn't want to jerk her around by her tiny throat as she headed back to her hotel.

She bathed the child and bought some clothes. She wished she could free it and raise it as her child, but she didn't have access to the computers as Diesel did and he didn't look in any shape to sneak anywhere. At least she knew she could her a better life than she would have had if she had left her. She would have had no life at all. Poor thing. And for what? Being born?

Roman walked through the crowd of the auction. He'd heard that Mya had bought a ticket to their old town. He worried and bought one himself with excuse of going to collect some money owed to him. No one thought anything of it. They knew he had lived there and they had no clue that was were Mya had come from as well.

He hunted for her. He knew that was where she would be after seeing an Ivex with Diesel's description on the auction list. How many other Ivex's were could be that big? Perhaps one of his children but none of them could possibly be old enough yet.

He didn't find her until Diesel was dragged upon the stage. He looked beaten and unruly. People seemed to be scared he would get loose. At first no one bid. Then a man stepped out of the crowd and made a low offer. Then he saw a dainty hand go up. Mya put in a bid. He knew her voice. That soft voice anywhere.

But the man kept bidding and Mya so calmly raised each of his bids as if it were no big deal. Until, she was quiete. He saw her sadness in her eyes even though her face never faltered. She didn't have enough money.

"Keep bidding." He whispered in her ear. Then he stayed behind her, his hat pulled low over his face. He did not want to be recognized. Not with her standing so close. He didn't want to risk anyone knowing her because of him.

He smiled. She knew he knew his voice. She spoke up right before the auctioneer was about to close the bidding. She bid two more times and man relented, letting her have the beast. She let out a breath of relief. He discreetly followed, stuffing bills in her purse as he passed behind her.

He waited by her door when she returned to the hotel with diesel in tow and he entered her room without her inviting him.

"Are you insane?" He asked her. "Coming back here alone."

"I had to." She spat at him. Look at him. Diesel looked sick. He looked weak. She locked the door and helped him lay on the bed. She went to the bathroom and got a washcloth, then came back and wiped his face. Roman stayed with her, watching her as she stayed up all night tending to her brother.

"Um." He opened her closet after hearing a few sounds and saw a small child hiding inside. "Mya?"

"They were going to kill her. What was I supposed to do?"

"Okay." He rubbed a hand over his face and laughed. "Girl you are trouble."

"It's in her blood." Diesel smiled and gazed up at his little sister. "I should whoop you kid."

"Sush. Go to sleep." She covered him up and then sat in the chair opposite to Roman.

"So did you marry her?" Diesel asked with a smirk.

"No." Roman admitted. "We are married to different people."

"Stupid." Diesel didn't seem to like their choice, but he drifted off to sleep.