Time passed by in a flash as the fallen Nyla on my lap slowly started to open her eyes, those red orbs focusing on me. The moment they met my eyes, they lit up like fireflies as she spoke with a loving voice.
"Master..."
This made me a bit surprised as I asked her.
"Why am I your master?"
"Because..."
She responded with a battle-hungry smile, but that became linear as it was soon filled with gentle love, an expression I never thought I would see from Nyla.
'Is my blood that powerful?'
I asked.
'In normal circumstances, it would only make her extremely addicted to you, to a point that she would be unable to live without you, master. But you also have the inheritance of my father and are connected to me...'
Farah replied. To this, a thoughtful look took over me.
'But how does it really work?'
I asked.
