“A monster?” he finally spoke, his tone deceptively soft. I swallowed. “What you’re doing is wrong.” Enver rose to his feet as well now, the muscles in his jaw tensed. “Is it? They all agreed to it. They knew the risks. The rewards.” “They agreed to become your—your possessions?” I said in disbelief, backing away from the table, my body screaming at me to run. “Yes,” he responded, his voice low and hard as he approached me. “Some did not even bother with the labyrinth. Some came crawling to me, begging me to take them. Begging to become mine. To forget everything else and exist only for me.”
