"You still have spirit," he observed, his tone unchanged. "But I will break you, Lyra Thorne."
His words sent a dreadful chill down Lyra's spine. Even her wolf, Wyn, whimpered and withdrew. But in her mind, Lyra made a silent vow. No matter what they did to her, no matter how they claimed to own her, she would never let them break her completely. They might own her body, but her spirit remained hers alone.
Kade reached into the drawer of his desk, his eyes never leaving Lyra as she knelt before him. The silence in the study was broken only by the hitting of wood against wood as the drawer slid open. Lyra kept her gaze lowered, but her spine remained rigid as Kade withdrew an object that made a chiming sound.
It was a collar. The collar was made of dark, polished metal, featuring a small, dull brass bell affixed directly beneath where her throat would be. Kade rose from his seat and approached her.
"Lift your hair," he commanded.
