“This is a dangerous game, Little Nymph,” he warns, voice low, and a tremble runs through me. My instincts are on high alert, but I don’t try to pull away. I swallow hard. “What game?” “The one where you act like you’re free of me. That you don’t already know who you belong to. Or do you need a reminder?” He shifts his grip and circles my neck with his fingers, resting them on my collarbone as a warning.
