Chapter 25: Enslaver Of Souls
Igaris watched her carefully as she stood upright, her long silver hair flowing like liquid moonlight in the dim light of the ruined citadel.
She was hard to read as her expression subtle, her thoughts veiled behind those enchanting violet eyes.
Scheming or not, one thing was certain: she wasn't fully loyal yet.
But thanks to the Soul Binding, she couldn't disobey his commands either.
A delicate silence stretched between them until she broke it with a soft, almost honeyed voice.
"Umm, boy... perhaps we should come to a compromise," she said, tilting her head slightly, her tone gentle but laced with cunning.
Igaris narrowed his eyes. "What kind of compromise?"
Her lips curled into a sly smile,
"I'll follow your commands. All of them. But in return... don't ever ask me to call you 'Master.' And you must never order me to do anything obscene with my body. If you can agree to just those two conditions, I believe we could be... good friends. Allies, even."
She extended a hand toward him.
Her sharp claws were gone, and her wings folded behind her gracefully.