out every three or four moons,” Valak said.

“You think Kadiz would buy one of my whores if they didn’t like it here?”

“I don’t see why not. He’s always looking for fresh slavemeat.” He looked over at his boys. “You think they deserve another chance?”

Diogo shrugged. “That’s up to you. And good thing for them. If it was me, I’d sell the bitch. Teach the others not to fuck with me.”

The boy who had spilled the ink crawled to the front and knelt at Diogo’s feet.