“What else would you answer?”
“You.”
She blinks.
“My voice?” she asks carefully.
“Yes.”
“That sounds like a terrible idea.”
I cannot help the faint curve of a smile.
“Only if you plan to abuse the privilege.”
“And if I told you to stop burning people?”
“I would consider it.”
She gives me a look.
“You already said you would.”
“Yes.”
“And you meant it?”
“I did.”
She studies my face carefully, clearly searching for the trick hidden in the offer.
“You’re a wrath demon,” she says slowly.
“I am.”
“And you’re offering to obey me.”
“Not everyone,” I clarify.
Her head tilts slightly.
“Just me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
The question lingers between us longer than the others. I meet her gaze steadily.
“Because you are my mate.”
Her breath catches almost imperceptibly.
“And that means you listen to me?” she asks.
“It means,” I reply calmly, “that if you tell me to stop, I will.”
She considers that for a moment.
