Collars II

Under Liam’s light massage, Micheal calmed. He reached up and rubbed Liam’s hair, indicating he felt better. Liam released him, and Micheal went back to drinking his beer. Micheal had insisted on buying his own beer and going to the bar now that he’d reached the lofty human age of twenty-one.

Kaden suddenly stood up then, saying that it was time for him to retire for the night. He kissed the top of Micheal’s head, touched Liam’s shoulder as he went past, and told them both good night.

He went up to his room, the smallest in the house, but Kaden didn’t need much. A bed, a desk for his computer, a place to stash his clothes, and life was good. After all, the reason why he had chosen this room was because of Storm.

The wooden case that held the collar—polished, inlaid, velvet-lined—rested on his dresser, the elegance of the case incongruous with the functional collar inside it. He was surprised that Liam hadn’t noticed it today.

He was still contemplating on when to tell the others tha