Olivia
I stepped outside the carriage and followed Damien. If I did not know there had been a slave market there, I would never have known anything stood on that burned ground. There was nothing but ash and lingering traces of smoke to be seen.
There were guards walking the grounds. Their leader approached us and bowed low to Damien.
"My lord duke," he said, "I am Trey, and I have been placed in charge of this investigation. I am at your disposal."
"Very good, Trey," Damien said. "What can you tell me?"
"Not much, I fear, my lord," Trey said. "One of my guards shared a Sire with a guard stationed here. He saw his last moments before the fires. He is with the healers, now, the shock of his brethren's demise has affected him but he made a report to me."
"Tell me," Damien ordered.
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