It's elegant, expensive, beautiful—but it covers everything.
Long sleeves, high neck, falls to mid-calf. Black, of course, but... conservative.
It’s nothing like what he's had me wear—or not wear.
It will hide every mark he's put on me.
Every bruise, every bite, every sign that I belong to him.
Is this his way of erasing me already?
Is he preparing to send me back to my normal life unmarked, unmemorable?
The collar is the only thing that will show, his diamonds at my throat like a goodbye gift.
I need to find him.
Need to understand what this means.
Need to convince him that three nights isn't enough—will never be enough.
I search the penthouse—his bedroom, his office, the rooms I've been in, and doors I haven't dared open.
But he's gone.
Not just from the apartment but from the building.
Even the security guards won't tell me where he is.
"Mr. Wolfe will see you at eight," one says, not meeting my eyes.
I'm being dismissed.
Prepared for release back into the wild.
The thought makes me want to scream.
I try his office door—locked.
The room where he keeps his toys—locked.
Everything that matters is suddenly barred to me.
I'm being excised from his life as efficiently as he does everything else.
My phone, forgotten for days, has over a hundred messages.
Emilia begging to know where I am.
Work wondering why I haven't shown up.
And David—dozens from David, increasingly unhinged.
I know you're with someone dangerous.This isn't you.I'm coming to find you.I put a tracker on your phone months ago for your safety.I know where you are, and I will come there if you don't respond.
The last one was sent two hours ago.
Fuck.
