“Really? You’ve condemned me to a lifetime of servitude!” I gasped out angrily.
“Is that what’s bothering you? You’re not actually opposed to the idea, are you?” Adrian retorted with a playful smirk. Chills erupted on my skin where his fingers traced a path down my neck, brushing over the loosely bound shackle.
“You really think I can’t break free from this?” I challenged. While it was powerful magic, at the end of the day, the restraint was made by humans. It would have nothing against the formidable power of a dragon’s mana. As if to emphasize my point, Miu stared pointedly at the black iron encircling my wrist from his perch upon my forearm. His mouth gaped open as he considered the device, two sharp fangs peeking out threateningly. Just as I considered letting him have a bite of the shackle, Adrian spoke once more.
