MARIA
It had been a week since she'd been here and all Ariti's attempts to get the collar off her have been futile.
His frustration increased each time and after the last try, he'd backhanded her out of anger, looking away as she'd collided against the wall and fallen to the ground. The amount of strength he had in that his small frame never failed to amaze her every single time he wielded it on her.
The strength of an immortal came with age, and by that rule, the longer an immortal lived, the stronger they got, irrespective of their species.
Ariti was over a thousand years old. Therefore, he was a thousand times stronger than the average Sorceri.
It was there, in that moment when she'd been lying on the cold floor of the court-room, the court-room where she'd once been th
