Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
Summer’s lips twitched at the sound of the growl. So, he still had spirit. Good. She’d paid for her purchase and signed all the papers; this was merely the formal taking possession. She appreciated his attempt to keep his gaze down, as well, though it was a bit silly in light of the difference in their heights.
She accepted the chain — again, silly, but part of the formalities. “Come along, boy,” she ordered.