Chapter 18: Throat Lock
’Did the offer stand till tomorrow?’ she pondered.
Meanwhile, Mike glanced at her tentatively and finally stepped closer.
"If you bite me again..."
"I wouldn’t," Elvida promised, her expression solemn. Mike finally believed her a little and leaned closer.
She whispered. "Do you know what that’s called?"
Mike growled. "I wouldn’t be asking if I had an idea."
"Don’t be angry. It’s called Throat Lock."
"Th–Throat Lock?"
Elvida nodded. "Yes, Throat Lock. Only a royal member can grant that lock. It’s sacred. Nurtured by our internal mana since childhood. That was my last one."
"So... what’s its function? Why did you use it on me?"
Elvida met his gaze, and for once, her eyes were serious. "You will work for me."