"What…" I murmured weakly, the words barely registering in my foggy mind. Yet there was an inner part of me that knew it could mean nothing good. Ensuring my obedience? Were they trying to drug me? I wanted to get away, but my limbs felt like they were waterlogged.
Forget moving an inch, even standing was too difficult. I felt my legs buckle, but Damon's arm held onto my waist, preventing me from face-planting on the ground.
Blaise cooed and stroked my cheek with his hand. My skin tingled from his touch.
"Look at her, Damon," Blaise murmured appreciatively. "If this is how she behaves before the ritual ends, I wonder how much more submissive she will be after."
I whimpered hazily in response; his words now sounded garbled to my ears, as though he had spoken them underwater.
Damon scoffed, but I felt his arm tighten around my waist. I whined at the sensation.
