It takes a lot of determination to not cry as he lays the necklace against my skin and clips it closed. The magic swirls around it and it tightens around my throat. It is a choker, a fucking collar to stake his claim on my body, as if the ring wasn’t enough. The black diamond is resting in the hollow of my throat. I’m not able to hide it and a quick feel at the back of my neck confirms my suspicion, I can’t take it off.