This close to Ruthven, however, he noticed what Ruthven was wearing: deep blue breeches and a simple white shirt. Nothing else, save for a collar around his throat.
Aubrey scowled. "Why do you wear those collars? Where did you get them?"
He had noticed Ruthven wearing them, but only distantly, far more interested in avoiding him altogether. This was the first time he'd paid real notice since the night Ruthven had become his Pet. That collar had been supple black leather.
This one was deep blue velvet, with a small burst of wisteria stitched on the left side.
Ruthven reached up to touch it. "I like them. Do they bother you, Master?"
"I'm not going to tell you what you may or may not wear. You really do not need to address me so," Aubrey said irritably. "Most everyone calls me Brey. Yo
