“The first and only draining,” I retort. His face is an unreadable mask as he holds my gaze. “Draining you of magic is the entire purpose of a life slave.” “I am not your slave.” “That collar around your neck says otherwise.” “If you ever drain me again, I will kill you.” He slowly wraps a hand around my throat and holds me firmly in place while his eyes sear into mine. “You and I both know that if I want to take it, I can.”
