“Haven’t you got it yet, little king? Mara’s mine. We have a connection so strong you could never even dream of. You are just an ordinary man, who’ll age and die,”
“So… are you my warden or my defender?” I ask hesitantly.
“Defender.”
Did you feel something?” he asks, surprised.
“Yes, pressure and pain. It felt like my eardrums were going to burst.”
“Sorry for that. I was tired, so you could partly feel what I did.”
“You’re lying again. You said yourself that I could only feel it if you were deadly wounded.”
“I keep forgetting that you’re too observant,” Aaron smirks.