"There is no choice!" Nedra replied. "What choice do we have? We are both trapped here—well I am, but you could leave at any time. You choose to stay to serve him. I don't even have that choice," she threw her arms out in exasperation.
"You think I choose to stay because I wish to serve him? You don't think it has anything to do with you?" he growled, prowling back toward her, the muscles in his shoulders rolling as he did. "You don't think that I worry about the incessant demands he makes of you or the stray bastards here who watch your every move when you appear? You don't think I worry about how tired you have gotten?" he questioned her through gritted teeth. Did she really have no idea how much her existence ruled his own?
Nedra's forehead feathered, her eyebrows pulling down into a confused frown. "What?" she shook her head, not understanding. "What are you saying?"
