Zara
I put up with Lucian’s overbearing rules for the whole week of healer prescribed rest. I didn’t understand why he insisted that I only eat food he or Kieran brought. At least they weren’t trying to starve me into submission again.
The collar had been left on my wardrobe. I picked it up and debated whether it was worth provoking Kieran to throw it out.
Before I decided to find out whether my window would open so I could fling the strip of leather into the surrounding forest, my door opened. I spun around, to see Kieran leaning against the door frame.
“You don’t have to wear it,” he said, “since you won’t be leaving this room. No need to keep up appearances.”
He grinned and stalked across the room. He reached out and took the collar out of my hand, then stroked one finger along
