Faint tension that I am certain Slade can sense as I absorb what the two of them have said. In truth, that slow drawl is more of a surprise than what Slade has said. Acquiescence, and willing obedience. I am surer now that he had worn a collar for Wintergreen.

He sounds younger than I have ever heard him.

Lift of my head from his throat to catch a glimpse of his face, his eye wide and a flush visible on his cheeks. I had forgotten how beautiful Slade could be.