CHAPTER TWENTY- SIX.

ELEANOR’S POV.

Guess when you are with a psyche, you become one yourself. You start to take their shape and their thinking. Never did I think I would be sitting here, holding onto the hand of my Master, and the knife begging him to claim me.

Maybe I needed that. Maybe I wanted to be claimed so badly. I wanted to have a tag, a leach, just like every pet should. Not just any tag but one that had his name written beautifully on it. One that showed me that I was his. Only his, and no one else.

“Carve your name on every part of me if need be. Claim me, Master.” I heard myself say but I knew I couldn’t be the one talking. I could not be the fearless one spewing out all this.

His gaze held mine for a very long while as though he was thinking of it. The next thing I knew was him pushing me backward to fall flat on my neck.

Let’s be sincere. Facing that unexpectedly hurts like crazy, but let’s pretend it doesn’t. You don’t want me showing sign of pain and scaring him off or do you?

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