Chapter 5: Lock the door
5
~Rowanโs POV
Kael let out a low growl and stepped forward, his gaze sharp as a blade, aimed directly at Lisa. "Why did you provoke him?" he asked, his voice dangerous with quiet anger. "Do you think youโre in a position to question us? To defend yourself?"
I sighed and shook my head, arms still crossed. "You shouldnโt have done that," I said plainly, eyes hard on her. "You were given a second chance after that water. Donโt waste it by running your mouth."
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Lisa didnโt respond. She was too busy fighting the tears threatening to fall, too busy trying to hold on to what little pride she had left.
Kael crouched down in front of her, his voice now cold, steady, and bone-deep cruel. "Where was I? Ah, yes... the third rule."
He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with disdain. "You will be available to us at all times. You are not our Luna. You are not our queen. Youโre not even our equal. Youโre ours. To command. To summon. To use."
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Lisa closed her eyes, a single tear slipping down her bruised cheek.
"If we call you to our bed," Kael continued, voice cutting like ice, "you come. No hesitation. No attitude. You donโt ask why, and you certainly donโt say no."
Damon leaned against the wall now, calmer but no less venomous. "And if you think this is something you can run from, think again. Youโre bound to us. This bond? Itโs a curse. But it still ties you to us, and trust me, human, we know how to make curses bleed."
I watched her sit there, quiet, bruised, shivering.
Something about her silence pulled at a thread inside me I didnโt even know existed. Not sympathy. Not pity. Just... irritation. She was supposed to scream. She was supposed to fight. Instead, she sat like a doll with her strings cut.