Jack's expression remained neutral as he examined his newest bound servant.
The woman who'd severed his hand, who'd forced him to choose between self-mutilation and total body consumption, who'd represented Council authority and three centuries of Soul Warden hunting.
Reduced to a kneeling supplicant who viewed him as an unquestionable authority.
"Do you remember who you were?" Jack asked, his tone clinical rather than curious. "Before the binding?"
"No, Master," Mira replied immediately, her orange eyes tracking his position with focus that held no recognition of their previous encounter. "My existence began when your chains claimed me. Everything before that is... absent. As if it never occurred."
"Do you know what you are?"
"I am yours, Master. Whatever purpose you assign, whatever role you command, whatever fate you decree. My will is your will. My power is your power. My life is yours to spend or preserve as you see fit."
