“For the rest of the school year, Blaecleah, you belong to Niobe cy’Fridmar sh’Aelfgifu.”
“For the rest of the school year, Blaecleah, you Belong to me.” It was like déjà vu, except the rising panic in his chest. Blaecleah nodded, finding that his throat was too tight for him to speak. Niobe looked down at him, a frown creasing her lips. What had he done? “Come with me. Stand up and come with me. Here.” She held out her hand.
Blaecleah stared at the hand for a moment. What was he… oh. He set his hand on top of hers, very carefully, in case that wasn’t the right thing to do.
She clasped his hand, so either it was the right thing, or she was willing to let it pass. Tension slid off of Blacleah’s shoulders. Okay, he’d done something right. Step one.
“We’re going to go to my room. Has Sedge explained anything at all to you?”
“…no?” Was that the right answer?
“I didn’t have all that much time, ‘Obe,” Sedge protested. “I just got him, and then I brought him to you.”
“I know, I know. For your deal. Okay, Sedge, we’ll talk later. Start shopping around, see what you want, all right?”
Shopping… Blaecleah shivered. Right. For a girl, or, theoretically, a guy. Like he’d shopped around for Blaecleah.
“Easy.” Niobe gave his hand a squeeze. “It’s not fun, the first couple days, but it gets easier.”
“I don’t need easy. It’s just new.”
“I know, I know.” She reached over with her free hand to pat him on the shoulder. She was, he realized, not really all that tall, if you discounted the horns. “But there’s no reason for me to make it hard on you, just because Sedge was being… ridiculous.”
“Did he really talk me into a collar just to get you in bed?”
“This is Addergoole, kid. Stranger things have been known to happen.”
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