21
Failure
Amelia waited patiently on the cobbled street for Alex. She knew it wouldn’t be long. She’d managed to drive him to a fever pitch in his desire for her. Right about now she knew he’d be reacting automatically to her promptings. It had taken some time, but she was finally learning how to best use her bonds to drive her former Consort Elect to her.
Amelia smiled. It wouldn’t be long now before she could take Alex to her master. Under her constant whispering in the back of his head, his own will and control were eroding, becoming easier to overcome.
Almost humming to herself in anticipation, she listened absently to the background chatter she received from Alex—not full conversations or thoughts, just broken snatches, words, images, feelings. Just enough for her to know that Al
