Chapter 75: Offer
“ Pretend inferiority and encourage his arrogance ” —Sun Zhu.
“You’re not a strigoi, aren’t you?” I ask.
His hand is practically circling touches against my upper arm when he whispers, “Smart girl.”
“You’re only here for a favor,” I conclude, this time sounding more confident. “I’ll tell you why my offer is better: I have four different people’s precious blood circulating in my system, one of which is my own. And the rest . . . well, I’m sure you already know that I have his,” I nudge my chin up at Wesker.
“Interesting. What else?” he hums against the nape of my neck.
“That boy is bonded to me, and he’s the last of the magic folk descendant, as far as I can tell.”
“What makes you think I won’t just take him for myself? But keep talking.”
“I’m also—” I stop to corr
