The things Effie gets me writing at 5:30am
“So… What does it say, Fenris?”
“What…?”
Fenris’ muscles quickly tensed, dread washing through his body as his master’s fingers wrapped lightly around the back of his neck. He was completely still, swallowing slowly over the growing lump in his throat. Cold realization that he had been caught.
“You know very well what I speak of, my pet… What does it say?”
Danarius’ fingers tightened in warning, the quirk to his lips disappearing as they drew thin a moment. This was bothersome, and somehow he was sure exactly who could have taught his slave how to read. Slowly the grin curled back across his lips… The punishment would be worth the irritation. Of that he was certain.