How it Can be

Zyra moaned as I withdrew from her, her body aching.

“Is your pretty mouth done being defiant yet?” I snapped. “Or should I fill that too?”

“You’re despicable.”

“I’m aware.” I said dully. Feeling a hint of remorse as I saw the way she bowed over as I stepped back from her.

Obviously aching.

She turned and took a few steps. Ignoring her robes on the ground.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked. My words making her stiffen. “I didn’t say I was done.”

“Please, Magus…” She whispered without turning.

“My Magus.” I corrected.

“Please let me go, My Magus.” She said so softly I barely heard her.

I hesitated a moment. Feeling myself soften. Afterall, I was angry, but I didn’t hate her.

I want her. Always.

“No, Zyra.” I said as softly as she had.

“Come back here.” I pointed toward my feet.

She returned. Shoulders slumped in defeat.

I was gratified that finally she could acknowledge I was formidable. Finally, she knew she couldn’t win against me unless I let her.

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