His Sex Slave
I forced myself back into the melody, my voice shaking now, tears streaming freely as I watched my father fight through obvious pain to keep me shielded, watched Ethan tear through guard after guard with a desperate, protective fury that left no doubt how far he'd go to keep this chamber from claiming me.
The golden light pulsing through the ancient carvings grew brighter, more insistent, and I felt something building deep in my chest, the bond between Ethan and me responding to the melody in a way that felt less like magic and more like recognition, like something ancient finally remembering what it had always been meant to become.
"It's working," Mira shouted from across the chamber, her v