"Because, in their tradition, Furrens aren't considered people at all," she says, her tone sharp with barely concealed disgust. "Among many noble families, a husband is expected to be faithful to his wife. He's forbidden from laying with another woman—unless, of course, it's a Furren. They believe it doesn't count as cheating if it's not with a 'real' person."
I feel my stomach churn.
A sickening wave of nausea rises in my throat.
To them, Furrens are nothing more than animals.
Not human. Not worthy of rights. Not even people.
And suddenly—it all clicks.
That's why those men targeted me and Eris.
That's why they planned to sell us.
Because to them, there's nothing wrong with it.
It's a perfectly acceptable industry in their eyes.
A twisted, vile trade where no one sees anything wrong.
My hands clench into fists.
