She wasn't convinced in the slightest. "Did you have sex with her?"
"Absolutely not," Jax said, not wasting a single second on it. "I told you, she wasn't in her senses, but I was. So there was no way I'd ever do something that wicked to her. And if you want proof, should I go take a test?"
Astrid considered that. "It's fine. For now, at least. Instead, how about you swear on the sacred flames that you'll never do something as vicious as that with her in the future either."
She pointed off into the distance, to a flame burning on the first floor.
"It's a magic relic," she said. "It's been burning for the last fifteen years without any fuel or anything at all. And Father says that if you swear in front of it, then no matter how hard you try to defy your oath afterward, you'll always end up bound to that fate of your own words."
