KieraThe ink on the final treaty was still wet when Alistair reached into a small, velvet-lined box held by one of his grim-faced guards. He pulled out a collar made of polished, enchanted obsidian. It was heavy and dark, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic violet light that made the air around it feel cold."Come here, Kiera," Alistair said. It wasn’t a request.I walked toward him, my legs feeling like lead. He didn’t just put it on me; he turned me around so that Rafael had to watch every second of the process. I felt Alistair’s large, warm hands brush against my skin, a stark contrast to the freezing temperature of the stone. He clicked the clasp shut, and the magic in the collar flared, sending a shiver through my entire body. It felt like a weight had been tethered to my very soul."Look at her, Rafael," Alistair said, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm. "This isn't jewelry. It’s a mark. It signifies she is my property now. My shadow, my servant, my thing to do with as I please
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