Looking over at the clock, I saw it was already eight o’clock.Sitting up, I searched my nightstand and even the floor looking for Master’s note, but there wasn’t one. I frowned. Did I do something wrong? He’d seemed okay last night when he’d said goodnight to me. After I’d calmed down, he’d carried me into my bedroom and had lain me down. He’d said he was proud of me.I sat there in the middle of my bed for more than ten minutes before deciding to get up. Sooner or later I’d have to face him and deal with whatever consequences there might be. Going to my dresser, I selected a set of workout clothes and got dressed.As I stepped out of my room to go to the living room, I almost tripped over something. Looking down I saw the two books he’d taken away from me last Sunday. On top of them was a note.Remember the lesson.I do not wish to take something you so treasure away from you again. I read it twice. The tone didn’t sound angry, but it did hold a promise. He would take them away again if he had to.Picking up the books, I cradled them to my chest.
