Nestled inside the velvet lay two collars, each one proof that someone with far too much power and far too much taste had decided his husband and mate, Christopher Altera, would wear nothing short of perfection.
The first was sleek black velvet with a breathtaking diamond centerpiece, the kind of beauty that whispered royal. The second was silvered brilliance and layered craftsmanship, luminous stones resting like stars caught around his throat. Both shared the same suspended drop of diamond, a little ridiculous in value, excessively unnecessary, and so sincerely thoughtful it made his chest ache.
"Dax…" Chris breathed, because if he didn't say something, he might genuinely lose the ability to speak.
Dax's expression softened in a way the rest of the world never saw. "Good," he murmured. "You're already quieter. I was worried I hadn't bought enough diamonds."
Chris laughed, helplessly. "This is obscene."
