Once the door was shut behind her, Khero flopped onto the bed, burying her face into her arms. She didn't cry, though; she had teared up out of frustration, but she'd done her crying over the course of the trip to Adela, and she wasn't sure she had anymore frightened, desperate tears left.
And this...she had to admit, it wasn't as bad as it could be. Khero had no doubt that Darius was right, and that she was very, very lucky. She could have gotten someone who would beat her, who would force her to call them master, who would force her to their chambers and hurt her. Darius wasn't a kind man by any means; no kind man would own people against their will, so far as she was concerned.
But he was better than she could have gotten, and despite all her anger and fear...she was grateful. Grateful she hadn't gotten someone cruel.
Still, it was a long time before she could quiet her racing thoughts enough to slip off into sleep, though it wasn't a deep sleep. It never was.