The chains of the slave pact were iron and magic. But the chains of a shared, broken loneliness were forged in something far stranger.
A flicker of pure contempt crossed her features. “A semantic cage. Yes. I am bound to obey you. I cannot raise a hand against you. I must protect you from harm. All the old, dreary rules of your kind’s magic.” She took a step closer, and the temperature in the room plummeted. “But the spirit of the pact? That is where I have room to play.” Demon Maiden and Slave Summoning
She was a demon, not a maid. And she was determined to make him regret every syllable of the summoning. The chains of the slave pact were iron and magic
