Zahra's steps faltered. She had no reason to stop. Nothing in the contract she'd signed compelled her to obey that voice right now. A part of her did wonder if listening would improve her chances of eventually earning that sigil core… but she had to wonder if that was worth it.
Still, she stopped. She could feel an itch of morbid curiosity worm its way into her brain.
Behind her was Emma, an elegant, beautiful, extremely impressive woman—a woman who could bring entire armies back from the brink of death. There was no doubt in Zahra's mind that Emma could find the highest status, power, and influence in any corner of the current world.
And yet… the sight of what was happening behind her still burned on her retina. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in her ears, as did the soft slurping of a wet hole refusing to let go, and the light whimpering from behind Emma's gag. The knowledge this woman had devoted herself so entirely to this man, despite what she was.
