They’d all been sex slaves. They’d all suffered rape, and they’d all been at the mercy of wizards. They’d lived for years with the knowledge that they were expendable. They had survived, but not a one of them was without scars. It would take time to recover. Loch Carrikh - three thousand acres of misty mountains and gentle rain, just as Valencio had sometimes dreamed of. An ancient ruined castle that the wizards had made safe again, a loch that glistened in the sunshine, mountains shrouded by mist – it was a lovely place. But they were looked after by wizards – it seemed to Valencio, still controlled by wizards. He wanted to leave, but Tasha only felt safe within the bounds of the home that John Bellamy had made for them.