If this was supposed to be making him feel better, Leander mused dryly, it was doing a lousy job. He was feeling differently, sure, but mostly he was feeling confused. His owner — there were other words for it, but Leander didn’t use Master even in his own head if he could avoid it and Keeper was the sort of word people used who though Fae was its own society instead of just leeched on to humanity. — His owner was making fun of himself, inviting Leander to do the same, and telling him it’s okay to have negative opinions about himself.
Leander twitched and tried not to think about hos this could go sideways, but his lips did something, he was sure, something like yeah, right. Continue reading