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She did not sound distraught by his use of the word, but surprised most definitely. The way the woman spoke of the fellahin gave Glaukos a new understanding of them. He would not apologize for the false words he'd spoken, as he still believed them to be true. He was not one to harp on semantics; these people all served one man in exchange for food and protection, which to him meant, slave.

The offer of food was enticing. He nodded and began to move towards the doorway that led back in to the palace, but stopped short with the dark woman in front of him. The idea of going back in there was disturbing to Glaukos.

Perhaps I... stay out here, on watch. It was not posed as a question — and he eyed the cool shadows with more hesitation. He disliked showing this weakness before a member of a rival pack, especially as a representative of Mereo, but Glaukos could not help the constricting fear that coiled in his heart when he thought of the cavernous system of hallways and enclosed rooms.