“Are you eager to please me, Unusual One?” Rashura asked him, his green eyes becoming speculative.
Iarion nodded. “Oh, yes. You are so much stronger than any of the Sea Elves.” He was so close…
Rashura gave him a sleek-looking smile. “And what about your sisters? Do you think they would like to please me as well? If we are going to bring forth a new generation of the Sea Folk, we will need more than just the two of us.”
Iarion fluttered his eyelashes and let out a girlish giggle as his fingers tightened around the hilt of his knife. “Of course, my lord. My sisters and I share everything.” He ignored the sudden coughing fit that seemed to overtake Alfiabalas at the very suggestion.
“Very good,” Rashura purred. “That is the way of the Folk, you know. Everyone must serve the greater purpo
