As the man, with his slave crawling beside him, crossed the room to talk to a woman seated at a table with two men fawning over her, Ginna growled softly. “You’re taking this a bit far aren’t you, Troy?”
“It had to look real,” he murmured in reply as he adjusted her collar. “I’m trying my damnedest not to really hurt you.”
“I know.” She stopped talking when she saw the man turn to look at them and then beckon them to join him.