Chapter 20 The Hayes Court Of Slaves
- I whip around and glare at him. “Slaves?” I growl. “What the fuck?”
- Archer merely shrugs. “It’s an ancient Hayes tradition,” he says. “All employees are members of the Hayes Court of Slaves. It’s a highest mark of honor.”
- “Fuck you,” I hiss and shove his chest. “I’m not wearing this shit.”