Glock Ranch
Barn/Studio
9:56 A.M.
I couldn’t work on the collage because my mind kept racing back to the morning. I tried to wax vellum clouds onto the substrate, but I couldn’t concentrate. My mind was elsewhere, locked on Toby, and it bothered me to my core. I stood motionless, frustrated before Master/Servant. The vast collage stared at me, expressionless. I felt as if it were laughing at me about Toby, judging my bad behavior in following him. I closed my eyes, which cleared my head for a moment. But thoughts of Toby only seemed to grow stronger.
Toby wasn’t smarter than me, even if he wanted to think he was. I couldn’t promise myself that I wouldn’t follow him again, curious about his relationship with my future husband. The guy was a piece of s**t in my opinion, preying on Gray,
