“I’ll say it again, we do not need a human child to get us home,” she spat.
I raised a brow and mumbled, “She is far from childhood now.”
“Get your mind off your cock, Astaroth.”
“You act as though my cock makes decisions for me on a regular basis. Does your cunt?”
Her eyes squinted with rage.
“I didn’t think so. You and I, we are doomed to a life of celibacy. Unless we choose to fuck each other, and—”
“That’s not ever happening.” She crossed her arms and looked away.
“And having relations with a mother figure who abandoned me sounds about as much fun as having a goblin suck me off.”
She whipped around to face me. “I am not a mother. And you are far from virginal.”
Ignoring how she knew about my sexual trysts, I said, “Thank goodness for that because the babe would never survive.”
Her voice dropped to a serious octave. “I will not play babysitter. You want to win? I will help with that. On the battlefield only.”
“You should be grateful for the lax punishment. It could be so much more… severe.” I raised my hand and shooed her. “Leave. Mergle will show you to your quarters.”
She remained statue still. I turned my head in her direction and locked gazes with her. The teeniest muscle next to her eye twitched when a shadow spun to life beside her.
“Unless you would like to visit with your friends for a while?” She covered a flinch by going to the door. Before she opened it, I said, “And Jessandra?”
Her fingers turned white as she strangled the knob. I wondered if they were as white when she strangled the life from our messengers.
“Yourgiftswere unacceptable. Every life is precious and necessary to meet our end goal. You now owe me a boon for each head you left on my doorstep in our search for you.”
The door swung open and slammed shut behind her. A fissure of a crack formed in the wood from the force. If she kept that up, she’d owe me for her defiance, too.
