Chapter 17. What Your Heart Desires

When I was fully dressed, I made quick use of the toilet, and wash my hands, brushed my teeth, rinsing with a small bottle of mouthwash I hadn't noticed earlier in the basket. I faced the door and had to give myself a stern pep talk before I could force my hand to grab the handle, turn it and stepped out, closing the door behind me.

Leander was waiting. He sat in a large, comfortable looking chair, but my eyes zeroed in on the thing he held in his hand. It couldn't possibly be what I thought it was! He stood to his feet and crossed the room until he was standing right in front of me.

I pointed and demanded, "What's that?"

"A collar," was his only reply.

"I can see that. Why are you holding it up in front of me with that dumbass look of expectation on your face?" I snapped.

"Because you're going to wear it." His tone didn't fluctuate. It was as if he was just stating some random fact like the sun is yellow.

My heart pounded in my chest. The crazy A