Chapter 147

I’d never thought of the collar and cuffs as jewelry. They were a sign of enslavement, but not anymore. The insignia was beautiful and I was overjoyed to wear it.

I shook my head trying to clear it, as the men stepped into the warm water. My opinions were all over the place. It wasn’t clear where I ended and they began.

The sensation of not being the one to direct my own thoughts was nerve wracking. It was far more intrusive than the occasional feelings that had assaulted me before. I wanted to feel anxiety, but I couldn’t; it wasn’t the predominant theme.

Master Damien lowered himself onto the bench in the sunken tub. The water swirled around him and he winced as it went over several knife wounds. I felt them on my own unscarred abdomen. He sighed and stretched out in the tub grinning at Master Evan.

The pain was inconsequential. The brothers had been pulled from the edge again. We were lucky to be alive and unbroken.

When Master Christof had separated