Leukos
I laughed at his offerings. I closed my eyes and pushed my head back, laughing so hard that my empty stomach hurt. He was on me in a second, grabbing me by my neck and lifting me up until my body was limp and out of the water. I stopped laughing. His methods were effective, yes, but I kept a smile on place just to prove I could. For all of the rage burning his eyes his touch was still gentle, a caress in comparison to what I knew he could do to me if he wanted.
“You are mocking my offerings, princess,” he smirked but his eyes were devoid of jest, “not wise for someone who only has herself to bargain with.”
“There’s more than me to bargain with,” I said without a pause, giving him nothing, conceding nothing, “There’s your future, your children’s future and all of our
