Prisoner service

Mab walked over to me, moving as if her bones were made of fragile porcelain. She stood staring down at me for a moment.
“And so. The man who has bound a Titan. What will you do with her, I wonder.”
I squinted up at Mab. Then snorted. “Leave her buried. Bury her deeper if I can.”
Mab stared at me. “The creature is bound to you, Warden. Your will can compel her now. The power of a Titan, at your beck and call.”
Which was true enough, in its way. Ethniu was my prisoner. I could . . . extract service from her. It would be tricky and treacherous as hell, but wizards had done it before, with beings of tremendous supernatural power. It was possible.
Just . . . massively, massively unwise.
“My will causes enough trouble,” I said wearily. “Until I get the sense to use it wisely, why don’t we just let sleeping gods lie.”

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