BOY TUGGED at his leather collar, then stopped when he noticed the embarrassed glances of his
friends. He fingered the bowl of food that he’d left untouched at his feet until now. Other members of the
circle of nine looked away, giving him time to switch bowls with Owl, the youngest and the most in need
of food, aside from Boy.
“Prince is a cruel fellow,” Tandia whispered. She stroked Boy’s bare arm with her painted nails.
Her touch sent whispered taunts between his legs, which he dared not answer. Boy shook his head.
After three days in the collar, it hurt to speak.
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