He didn't know. Relief was not an emotion she felt though, for he mentioned freedom. Was she really free now? She certainly was from Magnus, but not from Zecheriah Meijer. She lowered her lashes, "Freedom is fleeting," was all she said. She stuffed her feet into the shoes that were rather impractical for being on any beach. She closed her eyes. She pushed herself off the boulder, peering out over the waves after a deep breath was taken.

"Anyway, I am sorry to have bothered you, Signore," her words were soft and almost mechanical. There was something off about her, something in the way she was could be seen as childlike qualities. Added to that, her features were schooled into a mask of serenity, but her eyes spoke volumes that her voice would not.

No, he would probably realize that she wasn't trying to sound like she was better than anyone. It didn't matter how one labeled a whore, a whore was a whore. But she was blissfully unaware of his thoughts.