Of Many Faces

Whight grabbed her hand tightly; there was no way out for her now. He looked her dead in the eyes. “Upon my request you will promptly summon yourself to me no matter the time. After your arrival, you will do as I ask without question or hesitation and to the best of your ability. What I may ask of you is only limited by fact that no harm will befall your pack by your hand. You presents will not be requested while I’m in the presents of Aaron Marcheti nor will I instruct you to summon yourself to Aaron Marcheti. These terms will last until I decide to end them.”

Whight waited…

He grabbed her hand and she tried to match his grip. Nester stood above them, wand tip resting on their hands. Naomi's eyes locked with this strange man, her heart pumping madly inside of her chest, almost feeling as though it were hurling itself against her ribcage in an attempt to escape.

He had finished so she responded, "I agree to these terms." A vine of liquid fire burst from Nester's wand and bound their hands.

"I will do as you ask when I am called so long as the call does not mean I will be called before Aaron Marcheti, and it will not require me to aid the death of my pack members." Hers was much shorter, for she did not like to speak if she did not have to. He had said it already, but she felt the need to hear him agree to that clause specifically.

Whight was pleased with the turn out. He released Naomi's hand and reached into his pocket. "Here is your wand," he said with a plesant smile. After she took it from him, Whight dissolved his spell and apparated to Aaron's want shop to deliver the news.