Chapter 41: Drawn In
"I’m not going to let you die in this room," Kieran said, his voice firm, golden red eyes glinting in the dim light. "Not while you’re still my servant. Not while you still belong to me."
The words sent a strange chill down my spine.... not of fear, but something else entirely. Something I didn’t want to name.
I shook my head, snapping myself out of the trance his voice always seemed to pull me into. No. I needed to stay grounded. To think clearly.
"I do not belong to you," I said, my voice quieter than I meant, but still steady.
Kieran’s gaze snapped to mine, like I’d just spoken a language he didn’t understand. He blinked, once, slowly.
"I might be serving you for one month," I continued, "but I do not belong to you. I belong to myself. And myself alone."
He didn’t move at first. Just stared, like no one had ever dared say something like that to him. Then he took a step forward. And another.
I took a step back. And another
"For a feral," Kieran murmured, the corner of his mouth twitching, "you sure do have a lot of nerve. Many ferals, hell, even nobles and the elites, would roll on the ground just to be acknowledged by me. And here you are... you stubborn little wolf."
Another step. And I backed up again, but this time my heel hit something uneven.
I looked down and it was too late.
A soft click echoed beneath my boot as the stone brick under my foot sunk into the floor.