Sebastian's POV
"Are you serious?" I looked at him, observing his every reaction.
This time, I wasn't so concerned about his bad breath. All I needed was to talk business and more than ever, I was glad someone recognized me in this nasty place, there was no need to be ashamed when it was spinning around in my favor.
"Do I look like a clown?" He demanded keenly, waiting for a response.
"You don't exactly strike me as one, but we never can tell." I sighed and swallowed the last piece of the roll.
He scoffed and took a closer look at me, and then at the food he forfeited just to have a talk. If only looks could kill, I bet I would be six feet belong a hundred years ago.
He shrugged. "I bet you have a better escape plan." He stood up and started to leave.
With each step he took away from me, my chance for freedom deserted me. I looked from my left to my right, but no better plan seemed to come to my head. If any of the slaves knew me and was ready to help me, don't you think they w
