"What?" The more she says the less sense any of this makes. "I am no slave." Heat, finally, joins the confusion in his voice. He will never be a slave again. NEVER.

"Fae? River is no faerie. She is an elf. The two are not the same." And a necromancer but he has a strong suspicion that will not make Keziah calmer if she hears it.

"I cannot be controlled through my blood. Not by her or anyone. I have no addiction. If that is how things are in your world then I am very sorry for you."