“Well, she could’ve simply found it, you know, and she did need to disguise herself.”
Corina said softly, “So, she’s a runaway slave who rubbed some dirt on her face and threw an old cloak on her shoulders? To disguise herself?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I guess that makes sense. You think she threw away her clothes too? Anything and everything else she had on her? All so that no one would recognize her?”
“Obviously.”
“But not her collar?” She pointed out and Tati went silent.
“Nice try Tati… No. I’m not buying it. Something is not right. And if it was me, and I had to choose between getting caught or to wear that filth on my skin? Oh, I’d choose to get caught in a heartbeat! You didn’t see it. You can’t understand how terrible it was. My gods, I swear I’ve never seen anything so dirty in my life, my hands were aching to throw it in the fire but I worried it might stink up the whole camp.”
“You’re killing the mood, you know that?”
Corina let out a sexy moan and rolled over him, her eyes turned narrow and playful in a flash. “Oh really? We got a mood goin’ on tonight?”
“We did. Until you ruined it talking about that damn cloak!”