Thane
Emrys was late, something he never was and the vampires. Our inner circle and the one who was on trial were beginning to get restless. The night was getting on, and they wanted this over with so they could go out into the city and feed.
I had known it was too soon. And I had told him that. Aspen had been the model prisoner. But her defiance was still there. Burning bright in the depths of her eyes whenever she thought we weren’t watching her.
Climbing to my feet, I froze a Emrys appeared in the carved arched doorway. He had Aspen by the hand. Barefoot, and collared she didn’t look up as they stepped into the room. The thin chain hung from the collar forgotten. Swinging between her knees forgotten. Somehow, he had got her to agree to all of this. even down to the nothing dress
