The chamber was lit only by the faint glow of the black gem.
It rested against her collarbone, cool at first… then pulsing faintly, in rhythm with her heartbeat.
“Breathe for me, Jasmine,” Jafar’s voice whispered from somewhere just out of sight. “Let my voice fill your thoughts.”
She tried to resist — to remind herself of who she was, of the titles she carried. But the warmth spreading through her chest made her shoulders relax despite herself.
“Let it feel… safe,” he coaxed.
Her lips parted before she realized she was speaking.
“W–why… does it feel so warm when he says my name…?”
“That’s because it belongs to me now,” he answered smoothly, “just like you will…”
Her eyes widened, her pulse quickened — and yet, she didn’t step away.
She couldn’t.
“No… no! I… I shouldn’t be here like this…” she whispered, though her knees had already found the floor, her body betraying her will.
Jafar smiled in the shadows. The necklace was working.
The first thread of her mind had been pulled loose.