Tessa's POV
"The next servant for sale is Miss Theresa Grey! Do I have any takers?" The auctioneer says. Will raises his hand. No body else does so I now belong to Will. "Sold the Mr. Herondale!" Yells the auctioneer. I walk off the podium and stand next to Will. "You can sit if you want."says Will, offering his chair. "Thank you Sir." I say taking the offer. "Please, I insist that you call me Will." He says with a smile. I feel my heart flutter. "Of course, Will." I say with a smile of my own.
~time jump to after the auction~
Will helps me up into the carriage. I sit down on the seat. The silver haired boy sits down next to me and Will sits across from us. Curiosity takes over. "Excuse me Sir." I says tapping on the silver boy's shoulder. "I don't believe I have cought your name. If you don't mind me asking." I say. "I apologize. My name is James Carstairs. And your name is?" He says. "Theresa Grey Sir. But I would prefer if you call me Tessa." I say. "Call me Jem. Everybody does." He says. the rest of ride is in silence.
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Mechanical Heart
DiversosTheresa is a slave. Her owner is harsh and cruel. She is not aloud to speak unless unless spoken to, look her master in the eye, or turn her back on her master. William is a kind man. He pretty much lets his slaves do whatever they want. James is a...
