“I can’t live with both, sir,” I said. “I’d rather wear these cuffs now.”
I noted a bit of surprise on his face, which he corrected quickly, as he pocketed the ring with casual confidence.
Jackson turned to Jetty and nodded. “They’ll do just fine.”
Her eyes were wide and smiling, knowing and wise for her young years. “Then you’ll want to keep this safe,” she said, handing Jackson a tiny drawstring leather bag. “The keys.”
Jackson pocketed the tiny sack along with my ring. With that, I knew there was no retreating from my decision.
“I’d also like her collared for special occasions,” he then told Jetty.
“Indeed.” Her eyes were again vivacious with enthusiasm. “Leather or metal?”
“Metal, with rings.”
She moved with the grace of a shore bird gliding along land, and after spending sev
