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
