When Samandriel padded out of the bedroom, Mitchell trailed off halfway through his response to Natasha. When the boy set his collar on the table, the vampire tried not to show his hurt, but it was useless.
Could the boy be more clear? He obviously didn't want to be Mitchell's slave any longer.
He took a deep breath, his stomach twisting, wanting to protest Sam's rejection.
"At least...." Mitchell's voice trembled. "...at least tell me what I did wrong, Sam," he pleaded. "Just tell me what I did wrong, and why you want to leave me."