Olivia's POV
"you meant that black substance and this pretty dagger?" she asked, playing with the dagger in her slender hands.
The Blue Rain warrior’s jaw dropped wide in fright and disbelief.
"wh...who are you?" he questioned, his body shaking as he lost control of himself.
"I'm just a fragile little girl with a banging body... or don't you find my body attractive?" she taunted him.
"please forgive me, I can be your slave. yes, I can do anything you want, please don't kill me," he pleaded, dropping to his knees and bowing toward her.
"I must say, you're good. You would have taken down any other warrior with that sneak attack, but it's a pity you met me," she spoke with a faint smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
"your skills are pretty good, but they are childish play in front of me—
