JACOB
"So now you have ten pleasure-slaves waiting for you to come take control of their collars," Esmeralda said.
I facepalmed.
"Didn't I say to keep me out of this? That I didn't even want to know they exist?"
"Sorry," Esmeralda said insincerely. "I forgot about the collar issue. Just take control of their collars, and then you can forget they exist."
As if that was going to happen. Once I took control of their collars I'd be linked to them, tracking the movements of those collars every moment that I was awake through the thread of magic that connected me to them. If I concentrated, I could probably sense when they were "working," too, since that activity tended to have certain unique kinds of movements associated with it. Not to mention that once I saw them I'd never forget their faces, or their bodies.
"Isn't there some other way to take care of this?" I almost begged Vivian for salvation. I wasn't whining. Definitely not.
