More story of Fae Apoc, the Black House, for Rix’s request.
I could use someone to pick a communal card… or I can ran-generate one for me.
Yaminah didn’t quite look at him. Her vision was still blurry from the drugs, and she wasn’t certain, either, that she dared. “How would you have me serve you, Master?” she asked, her voice feeling a little hollow to her ears. She belonged here. But would she survive it?
He took her chin in his hand, and studied her. “First, by always being honest with me when we are alone. Completely honest.”
“Secondly, by telling me what brings a former student of Addergoole prostrating herself at my door. Completely honestly, remember?”
Her mouth was suddenly dry as, with his question, the enormity of what she had done began to sink in. “My power, sir,” she said carefully, “tells me where I need to be. It told me I needed to be with you. For the next two years, it seems.”
“Interesting.” He didn’t sound pleased, but, held by the chin, she couldn’t flinch away. “Has it done this before?”
“I’m… not certain. I hadn’t Changed yet when I was caught before. But, considering the way my first year went, I’ve wondered if my power didn’t push me towards him.”
“Even more interesting. A power that wants you Kept.”
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