Imani
“Imani,” a voice whispered. I groaned from being roused from my sleep and my eyes fluttered open. “Imani, we’re home.”
Home. I never thought I’d have a home.
“Can you walk?” he asked. The concern in his tone flustered me. I’d never had someone concerned about my wellbeing like Judge Jackson. It saddened me a little, because I knew there were thousands of breeders out there whose men didn’t care about them at all.
Hell, we are seen as property by most. They don’t care about the breeders, but care about the pups that are produced. How did I get so lucky to have a male who not only cares for me but will kill for me? Kill his own flesh and blood for me? But then again, did Judge Jackson really do all of those things because he cares for me, or because he has a strong sense of duty?
“Imani, can you walk?” he repeated, capturing my attention.
“Y-yeah…I think so,” I said, tugging the blanket around me tighter as I exited the car. “What happened to Amber?”