- Combat
“I’m not yours,” I say, not liking the way he addresses me.
“Clearly,” he smirks. “I can hear my King’s moans of pleasures. You’ve been doing such a great job in that regard.”
I glower at him. Tasteless. Is there nothing good that comes out of his mouth?! But what should I expect? He even said something so vulgar to his own leader!
“Why are you calling Brandon Stine a Leader? Shouldn’t it be General?” I ask.
“He’s my leader during my mercenary days.”
“And you’re not a General?”
“I’m not the type to lead.”
“Clearly,” I mimic.
He leers. “A cheeky she-wolf. I like that.”
He approaches me, and I look up at him. He really is tall and huge. I am already at five-seven, taller than Nowra, but this guy still towers over me. I take a step back, intimidated by his frame.
