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bought several different types of tea, also in the hopes that they might help Boris’s temper.
When I was done I’d been in the village almost two hours. Bash was going to throw a fit and then probably Boris too. I started to get nervous when Mitchell was settling accounts with each shop owner and deducting it from the price of the gem. I hadn’t meant to take this long. Would they think I had run and search my belongings? Boris would have no compunction about ripping my room to shreds if he was angry.
“You are all set, Golden,” Mitchell informed me with a smile when we were back at his shop. He handed me a bag of gold pieces, informing me that was for Boris. Then he handed me another one, a larger one, saying that was what was left from the gem and I didn’t need to have credit for next time.
I thanked him and tucked them into my jacket on opposite sides of my body so there was no confusion. Part of me wanted to laugh when I saw how all my additional purchases were taking up almost half the cart. It was either find humor in it or worry Boris was going to beat me.
I went with option one.
The horse had had a good rest and was ready to head home so we made good time back to the woods. Bash had been pacing a line in the ground, his repeated footprints having mashed the grass down.
“Why were you so long? Were you hurt? Did they do anything to you?” he asked in a panicked voice as he eyed me over.“You look fine.”
“Everything took a bit longer than expected because what I used to pay for what I wanted wasn’t exactly a few small gold coins,” I answered as my cheeks heated up. “I ended up getting much more than planned so I didn’t make things uncomfortable with Mitchell and having him owe me.”
He glanced at the cart with wide eyes. “This is going to be interesting,” he grumbled and then mounted his horse. I didn’t want to ask what that meant because I had a sinking suspicion I knew… And wouldn’t like it.
Was my life now just going to be walking on eggshells because a big jerk owned me? I bought extras that we could all eat and share. Why could I possibly get in trouble for that with a sane person?
And that thought just about answered that question. Did I know that Boris was sane?
Chapter 4
    “ You came back,” Boone greeted me as he lifted me out of the saddle and hugged me close. “We started to worry.”
“I didn’t mean to make you worry.” I sighed, wanting this to always be my welcome and to feel cared for as he was making me feel right in that moment.“It seems I shouldn’t pay the shopkeeper for a few things with a gem. Things got a little complicated.”
“Why do you have gems?” Boris growled as he pulled me out of Boone’s arms. “You stole from your father? Did you steal from us too?”
“No! Why does everyone assume I’d just steal?” I exclaimed, pushing at him with all my might. It didn’t work as I had planned and I fell to the ground on my tender ass. “They were my mother’s jewels and presents that had been given to me over the years. I would never steal from you and even if I did, the man sold me. That’s illegal but everyone seems to gloss over that detail and focus on me being a sex slave or thief.”
I pulled his bag of coins and tossed them at his feet. “I bought extras for all of us from my own money to try and be nice, to be a part of this family instead of just your whore. I was trying here.”
“I believe you wouldn’t steal, that’s why the idea of you walking around with gems shocked me,” Boris replied as he picked up the bag. Just then the chicks started peeping and he narrowed his eyes at me. “What was that?”
“I never had a pet and I wanted a pig but then I figured he’d become dinner when he got older. So I got chicks, they can give us eggs and I can have a pet we don’t have to eat,” I rambled. “I got everything they need though I don’t really know how to build a chicken coop.”
“No, take them back,” he growled at me,