Chapter 129: A Cruel Master?
As the contract was sealed and the deal struck, Ethan's gaze drifted to the band around Sylvie's neck. A simple black iron collar—rough, heavy, and ugly. His lip curled faintly in distaste.
But Sylvie's caramel eyes flickered, and she lowered her head at once. In her silence, she mistook that look. To her, it wasn't the collar that disgusted him—it was her. Already, she believed he hated the very sight of her.
Ethan broke the quiet. "Do you have other slave collars?"
The merchant's polished smile widened knowingly. "I anticipated as much, esteemed sir. I prepared some for your consideration."
At his gesture, a servant entered carrying a velvet-lined tray. Upon it lay several collars, each crafted with different metals and designs.
One was silver-edged leather, simple yet elegant. Another was bronze, etched with binding runes that glowed faintly. A third was dark steel with crimson gemstones embedded, more intimidating than beautiful.
