"You will do as you're instructed, Devaniee," Doryx said, face stern and without an ounce of humor. "This is for your own good, and for mine. I'm trying to help you. We will get through this together, but in order for us to do so, I need to understand everything about that bracelet. How it makes you feel, how it changes you. I've written down all we've discovered so far, but..."
He stopped suddenly and shook his head, placing the notepad down. He shook his head and cleaned his face with his hands. This wasn't going to work. "I'm sorry," he said. "I...I didn't mean to treat you as if you were one of my experiments, a test subject. You are my wife. I will do all I can to help you."