His Straight Pet
“Of a human? A weak, bleeding thing? Perez is a fool, chaining himself to that.”
But Dante’s smirk grows, his voice softer, mocking. “You see them, don’t you? Their hands, their kisses. Like your mother and her human. Broke her, didn’t it?”
My chest tightens, a memory flashing—Mother on her knees, her lover’s knife at her throat, his eyes cold as he sold her to the elders. “You’re weak,” he said, voice flat, as her scream tore the air. I blink, the vault snapping back, my hands shaking. “Enough,” I snap, turning to the pedestal, my aura swelling. “They’re nothing. I’ll break their bond with this.”
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