The young woman returned and Samandriel gave her instrument back with genuine thanks. There was a connection there, one shared between musicians that few others could. He looked to the other side of the room to see Carrick there.
Wordlessly, he crossed to him and knelt at his side. He wondered how long it would be before the vampire broke his fingers just for the sheer pleasure of showing him how owned he was. "Master," he said quietly, head bowed and submissive, his own song still clinging to him in a way he hadn't anticipated.