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The Thing POV

I'm not stupid enough to know that I should stay, it's more than clear that my owner knows who I am, and I think he only bought me because of that. Soren turns to me, comes closer and raises his hand to touch my face.

"What's your name, child?" Soren asks me.

His voice is melodious, and I instinctively feel reassured, but this only puts me on alert and I raise my barriers even higher. I think he's using some kind of command, I see him sigh.

"I wanted to protect you... When I smelled you for the first time, I almost went mad... I felt jealousy, anger, indignation and so much more, but I couldn't show any of it." Soren strokes my cheek with his thumb. "If they even suspected who you were to me, I'd never get you, and they'd use that to blackmail me."

There's a tenderness in his voice that would be hard to resist if I hadn't had previous experience of being tricked. I see him breathe again and his hand trembles, his sadness begins to be palpable, and his aura becomes denser