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... 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 k ...
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