¬ HILN
What was this now?
I looked at the necklace holding Fashire's sigil that had been plastered on my neck to attend the initial conference months ago.
He held it up, his eyes burning into mine. He almost looked sick and while I didn't want to second guess putting him in pain, I should have put consideration into how he would replenish himself after.
'What am I even thinking, I'm justified for doing that.'
It seemed suspicious how he had brought up the necklace on second thought and at that moment I felt it seemed like a sort of identifier for me belonging to him when we encountered others.
It irritated me.
"I'm not wearing that!" I turned away from him and made my way outside the bed chamber, half expecting him to rush after me.
Even if he did, what was the worst he could do?
"Hiln!"
