The king of Ashes
As he fastened it around my neck, its cool weight a heavy promise against my skin, his lips brushed against my ear.
“The earring in your left ear is live,” he murmured, his voice a low, possessive rumble that was for me alone. “Our team is listening to every word. If you find yourself in a situation you cannot handle, you will touch it twice. That is the signal. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” I whispered, my own voice sounding foreign, more assured than I felt.
“Stay within my sight at all times,” he commanded softly, his hands coming to rest on my bare shoulders, his grip firm, proprietary. “You are not to speak to anyone unless I am with you.”
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