Chapter Eighteen
“Art, those women you sold. I can’t believe—I mean the boy I knew would never have done that. Is there some way to save them?”
His eyes darkened with anger. “Don’t, Cleo. You don’t know what the hell is going on, and I won’t let you judge me. Those trades were the first and the last, but there was a reason for them. Trust me.”
I hung my head. “I do trust you, but… you sold people. You sent them to a life of slavery. That’s not exactly easy to forget or condone.”
ya Kill, Allah aşkına o kadınları satmanın ne gibi bir nedeni vardı da seni yargılamayalım çok merak ediyorum, satmamış olsan bile attığın o tekmeyi assla unutmayacağım
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