The stranger looked at me in silence, heavily, with a mix of defiance and hatred.
“Your breathe only because I command you to breathe. You see only because I want you to see. You’re completely under my control. Accept it—and submit!”
His lips twitched. The stranger smiled—just slightly, with the very tip of his lips. And he said something, but I didn’t understand a word.
Only one thing became perfectly clear in that moment: the connection can’t be broken. I saved the mysterious stranger by restoring his life with an ancient ritual. Now our souls are bound—and this stranger is my unwilling slave. But instead of gratitude, a fire of hatred burns in his eyes. Every word is filled with deadly poison; in every movement there’s betrayal and a thirst for my blood. My slave blames me for all his misfortunes, and in his heart there’s no room for any other feelings besides furious resistance. But if he doesn’t submit, we’ll both die.