Chapter 27 She Craves The Leash
- The collar was waiting for her.
- She found it resting on the edge of the bed, exactly where he knew she would see it first. No note. No message. Just the collar, black leather, clean and quiet. It sat beside a folded piece of paper, his handwriting sharp across the surface in ink that had not yet softened with time.
- She read the note three times before she allowed herself to sit.