The expression on Mitchell's face shifted from skepticism and anger to worried concern in an instant. "You think he's going to kill you? And you're going to let him?" It was unfathomable, how the fae could think so little of himself and so highly of Carrick. He'd heard of such things before--when a slave became enamored of an abusive Master. Clearly that was what was at work here.
He crossed the space between them and placed his hands firmly on Hermes' shoulders. "You deserve better. You must know that. You can have a home--a real home, with a Master who is worthy of you."