Eriana
“Go on then, child,” Osiris’ voice croons at me. I could feel his influence seep into my subconscious. Try as I might, I couldn’t fight him off. None of us ever could and he knows it. I exhaled a ragged breath and I turned to look at Derion.
Amusement lined his sweet face, and my heart ached. He knew, just like I knew, that I would never end his life. What he doesn’t know, though, is that Osiris is my creator, and if he wills it, I can not disobey.
“Derion,” I whispered, and he looked down at me, eyes full of adoration and love. I love this man more than anything in this world.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, the smile on his face turning into concern and hesitation. I saw his muscles twitch as if he wanted to reach out and touch me, but he couldn’t. He was bound and rooted to this
