I grin. “Why not?”
“Because it never existed.”
“It absolutely existed.”
“No.”
“Luciano.”
“There was one name on that list.”
I fold my arms. “Really?”
“Mine.”
“You weren’t even on it.”
“I was the only one on it.”
“That is factually incorrect.”
“I don’t care.”
I laugh harder.
He steps closer.
“That list has been permanently erased from history, princesa.”
“Does Dominic know that?”
His eyes narrow.
I bite the inside of my cheek.
Maybe I shouldn’t.
Actually—
“Dominic James.”
“Elena.”
I smile innocently. “Søren Cross.”
His hand closes around my waist.
“Throne Kingston.”
Something sharp flashes through his eyes.
His free hand disappears inside his jacket. He pulls out a narrow black leash.
Oh.
The clasp clicks against the ring at the front of my purple collar.
Uh-oh.