Narcissa swallowed nervously as she looked up at the stone cold mask that her terrifying lord now wore on his face.
She really hadn't wanted to offer up the fleabags to him just yet, she had intended to use them as leverage over Lexi whenever the need may have arisen in the future, but as it stood now, she had little choice. Her life…or rather un-life as a wraith was all she had and she refused to lose that to an arrogant little half breed.
"She has two souls, my lord," Narcissa began as she tried her best to hold his gaze, "From what I understand, each soul has a mate that she is bound to and they help to stop her from losing control...kind of like a fuse in a…"
"I do not need a lesson in magickal control, wraith, I am born of it," Eromaug snarled angrily as Narcissa flinched b
