Chapter 46
“What the hell is that?”
Stefan looked up from his breakfast in confusion.
Daz just barked a laugh.
“I got his ear pierced. Look, it has our initials on it.”
Stefan stiffened as the ear was pulled. It had bled over the sheets in the night, and was very tender—but comfortingly so. Like his thigh cuff, it felt like a reminder of his place in the—their—world.
Yannis snorted.
“Ornamental shite.”
“It’s great,” Daz protested.
“It’s bollocks. You’ll be getting him a nose ring and a tattoo next.”
“Well, the tattoo might be nice. Don’t you think some Arabic on his—”
“No, I don’t.”
Yannis slammed out of the house not ten minutes later, and Stefan carefully finished his cereal before saying:
“Sir? Is—is he alright?”
“He’s fine. He’s just a bit of a b***h in the summer.”
“Why
