Chapter Eight

DNLL 8

Zuri

"Get your hands off him, " one of the elders growled and Donavon smirked, and loosened his grip on the elder's neck before throwing him to the ground.

"I tell you that the filthy tricks won't work on me, you deserve to be martial right," Donavon said, gripping the other man's shirt.

He stared loathingly at the other men who shuddered from the intensity of his glare.

Unable to breathe anymore, Donavon threw the man in his hands to the ground and strode away, stopping in front of me, he kicked the metal bucket I was cleaning with, splashing the foamy water in my eyes and the bucket hitting my calf.

I seethed and moaned in pain, while he walked away without a care in the world.

I blinked away the tears that were threatening to fall from my face and carried the pail away, leaving the almost dead men in the room to themselves.

"Maybe he deserved to not be saved last night, Maybe he deserved being usurped, after all when he was, I could be free from his slavery, "I muted To