BRYN
I did not like the look in his eyes. It was filled with lust and Eiryn and Rafael’s blood was still sprayed over him. Moreover, he was now smearing some of it over my face and I tried to hold back the desire to throw up.
“So, what do you say, witch?” he sneered at me, “Are you ready to serve me the way you served my cousin back at the Witch Hunt?”
“Oh, that,” I tried to smile even though I was panicking inside. It was clear what he wanted from me but I did not want to sleep with him even to save my life! Not after Alistair! Not ever, if I was completely honest.
Sure, Thor was a handsome man as most werewolves were. But I did not want him to touch me. He repulsed me.
And yet… my best chance was playing for time. Alistair, Amira, Len, Filin, even Zion… at least one of them
