Without another word Azadou disappears, leaving me lying here naked and spent. Every nerve in my body is jolting with electricity and everywhere he touched me is burning in intoxication, but as the high begins to wane and the lustful fog begins to lift, shame starts to creep in.
I force myself to sit up, my limbs feeling like jelly. I gingerly caress my wrists, feeling a sting as I look down at the marks the ties left around them. The more I stare at them the more ashamed I become. Why do I let him do whatever he wants to me? I know there is a powerful bond between us, but Zarseti’s magic doesn’t rob people of their free will. It only allows two people to feel and be aware that their souls – or essrams in our case – are two perfect pieces of an intricate, cosmic puzzle. Her magic doesn’t
