“You can sit down, your Lord has gone.” Ana said snarkily.
Rebecca frowned but sat down, smoothing her dress over her legs.
“You are very young and clearly very scared.” Rebecca said calmly, lifting her eyes to meet Ana’s
Ana was surprised by Rebecca’s rich smooth voice, she had a clear French accent. “How can you?” Ana asked bitterly.
“It is my choice…I am an adult and I love Roman.”
“You love him?” Ana was surprised. “But…”
“I know.” Rebecca smiled. “But I’m not here to explain myself…you need to know that to wear a collar here is not a humiliation or demeaning. It is merely a visual sign to the vampires in this place that you are off limits.”
“Why can’t they just be told?”
Rebecca laughed. “I wondered that too…but it is a law that any human not wearing a collar can be claimed.”
