Jesse and Darius were sitting on the floor facing each other, legs folded and knees touching. Jesse’s hand was being held by Darius as he rubbed her wrist with his thumb making the runic contract come out on show.
Adler stood behind Jesse, watching carefully, as Darius started mumbling in an incoherent language, rubbing harder and harder upon Jesse’s wrist until she was gritting her teeth against the heat it was generating. Darius then took out a small knife from his pocket and set the sharp tip against where his name was etched into Jesse’s skin.
Jesse looked up and met his deep gaze. “Ready?” He asked.
Jesse swallowed hard and nodded.
“I, Darius El-Nephthys, relinquish dominion and right over the indentured servant Jessica Oslan. I declare now that all servitude under the agreement
