Sania’s POV
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“Rainbow.” My voice croaks. It hurts to speak. “Why are you doing this?”
The demon’s smile stays wide. “Because I can.”
I look at the demon’s dark eyes, trying to feel the bond I share with it. It feels like a thin dark thread. I know it’s there, I can feel it. But I realize that with more time I spend with the anti-magic cuff, the thread will get harder to find.
Meaning, I am losing control over the demon.
I try picturing myself grabbing that thin thread and yanking it, to show that I still have the upper hand. The demon notices my effort.
“Oh, you will still have the control over me for a long time, witch,” the demon says, “Especially because you keep feeding the Emperor your blood. But, since that vulnerable moment when Princess Tiana gave him two drops of a poti
