I looked at my wrist, tracing the numbers beneath the barcode and sparrow. I’d once been merchandise for sale. But then the winds of fate changed and blew me straight to Q. His cage became my home. His love became my wings. I became his bird through and through.

Tears pricked my eyes. I was so utterly happy, so faultlessly content, so completely complete.

Fifty-eight.

I’m Esclave Fifty-Eight. The girl who broke her owner.

My master had spoken.

I began.