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Erramun shifted on his knees but didnât stand. Â He didnât look at her, didnât move to touch the ink. Â He seemed to be staring off into space.
Senga walked around behind him and brushed a feather-light touch over his shoulders. Â
He twitched and leaned forward, away from her touch. Â She moved her hands and moved back around in front of him.
His hands had come to clasp behind his back. Â His eyes looked blank. Senga frowned. âErrmun?â
âYes, mistress?â Â His voice was rough and very quiet. Â He looked like he was holding himself forcibly still.
âSenga,â she corrected. Â âErramun, whatâs wrong?â
âEverything is fine… mistress.â Â His shoulders were tight. She wanted to touch him again, but it seemed like it was hurting him.
âErramun,â she repeated. Â âSaâDeath Comes Silently.â
He, if anything, grew more still, only his eyes flickering up to look at her. Â âYou collared me.â His voice was flat. âI belong to you.â
âCome sit with me on – on this chaise here.â Â It was a silly, finicky piece of furniture, but it was big enough for two. Â When he started to move without standing, she offered him a hand. âYou donât need to be on your knees anymore.â
He looked at her hand as if it was going to grow a head and bite him, but after a moment, he took it, stood, and walked to the couch without releasing her hand.
Senga squeezed his fingers gently as they sat down. Â âErramun. Youâve Belonged to me since the minute we agreed to it in the lawyerâs office. Â Why is this different?â
His free hand lifted towards his neck then dropped again. Â He twisted his lips in something that was too awkward to really be a frown. Â âYou collared me.â
âI told you that I was going to.â
âYes.â Â He studied her face. Â âAnd if you told me that you were going to visit the moon, Iâd react when you started the trip, not when you told me.â Â
He sounded a little more like himself. Â Senga smirked at the analogy and touched the lines sheâd inked into his neck. Â âItâs not a dog collar,â she offered. âItâs not steel. Itâs-â
âItâs a collar. Â You want to make sure everyone knows that Iâm Owned.â Â His voice lashed out, but a moment later he dropped his head. Â â-Mistress.â
âItâs a collar. Â I want to make sure everyone knows Iâm not being controlled by my Bond Servant.â
âThe same thing,â he grumbled. Â But his shoulders stopped being quite so hunched. Â âControlled?â
âYouâre older, smarter, more powerful-â
â-you just said the same thing three times.â
âGlad to know your sense of humor is coming back. Â And Great-Aunt Mirabella decided you should be Mine. Â If you were in my shoes -â
âIâd fall flat on my face.â
â-wouldnât you worry about that?â
He managed a little laugh.  Senga smiled at him. ââŚYeah.  I mean, Iâm a little worried about it in my shoes.  Uh. That is, Iâm worried about why Mirabella decided to blackmail me into being Yours.  Thereâs a lot of reasons I can think of, and none of them work out very well for me.â He rolled his neck and shoulders and looked away from her.  âI appreciate that itâs not steel. Or a dog collar. I just – You marked me. You want to be sure I know that Iâm yours, donât you?â
âWell, as a tertiary need, yeah. Â And that I remember that youâre mine, too.â Â She touched his shoulder lightly. âAs I said. Â Youâre older, smarter, and stronger than I am. This isnât the way these things normally shake out. So.â Â She took a breath that was shakier than she wanted it to be. âI wanted to make sure we both remembered.â
Now, he looked at her. Â âYouâre afraid of me.â
âSometimes,â she admitted.
âDonât be.â He reached up again and ran his hands over the tattoo around his neck. âYou Own me. You control me. Iâm no danger to you, none at all. And if youâre worried about what happens after, well. I walked into this, knowing how young you had to be and knowing you were Mirabellaâs family. Â So Iâm not going to come after you afterwards.â
âGreat-Aunt Mirabella didnât leave you a whole bunch of choice,â she countered. Â âYou might want to come after me, since I got the better end of this deal.â
âYou Own me,â he repeated.  âYou are Mirabellaâs family, and you Own me.  Because the choice was dying for you andâŚâ  His hands fell to his lap. âI made a decision that this would be preferable to the alternative.  Donât be afraid of me. I canât hurt you.â
âAre you honestly telling me that, if you decided you wanted to hurt me, you couldnât come up with a way around the orders to do it?â Â It was almost a relief to say it instead of having it gnawing at her mind.
âIâm telling youâŚâ  He huffed and looked away.  His voice dropped down to a mutter. âIâm telling you that I canât hurt you.â  He turned to look at her. Something in his eyes looked rather vulnerable, a look that made Senga simultaneously want to pat his head so he felt better and run away from the wrongness.
She took his hands instead. âI believe you,â she told him. Â She found that, sitting there like that, his hands in hers, her mark around his neck, she could, for a while at least, stop being afraid of him. Â
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