Truth be told, I hadn't been sure it would work. I had only repeated what Narg once forced on me, back when he made me swear not to harm any member of the clan. The phrasing, the invocation of Drugar's name—it had been a gamble, nothing more.
Yet the result spoke for itself. The chains, the agony, the binding effect—every part of it had been real.
It seemed any goblin, not just shamans, could invoke Drugar's authority to forge an oath that tethered words to consequence. A terrifying revelation, but one I could use.
Her voice cut through my thoughts again, harsher this time, more demanding than before.
"What did you do to me?"
Ariel's body trembled as she spoke, her voice strained. She looked as though she wanted nothing more than to lunge at me—ears flattened, tails lashing, every inch of her bristling with anger.
She could try, but we both knew how that would end. One of us would suffer, and it wouldn't be me.
