Chapter 8: [Spell]
Kael watched silently as the ritual sealed the contract.
She was now his slave—officially.
But the fire in her eyes told him one thing loud and clear:
She was no one’s possession.
Soon, Kael and Selene sat in the carriage, silence pressing in like a second passenger.
Outside, Renold rode up front with the driver—grumbling, no doubt, about propriety and the crumbling state of noble traditions.
Technically, a slave wasn’t supposed to sit beside their master. But Kael had insisted.
"For bonding," he said.
Renold had tried to climb in too, invoking his years of loyal service.
Kael had stared him down and said, "You can bond with the driver."
Now, ten long minutes had passed. The carriage clattered forward, and Selene hadn’t said a word. Not a sigh. Not a snide remark. Just stared at the wall like it owed her something.