Sasha threw a puzzled glance at Silas. For someone who appeared so aloof, the man sure seemed to be warming up to her a lot. It didn't feel like he was hitting on her either. "If you say so."

"Everyone seems pretty dead set on continuing whatever they had been doing," Sasha said with a sigh. She cleared her throat and continued. "Can I remind everyone here that there are slave traders after us? Does the word kidnapping come to mind? I know we pushed them back, but fuck, I don't wanna end up as a commodity on the auction."

Sasha was on her feet now, trying to get her point across. And her parents always called her stubborn and reckless. "We'll stick together for now. Until everyone's level twenty, minimum."