His eyes bore into me from across the room, even in my weakened state I'd listened. The warlocks consuming their magic was basically the beginning of the end. With their powers, we didn't stand a chance, without we just might.
Two people lives at risk for the whole beings in existence was a cheap price to pay in some people's eyes. But to me, they were everyone to me. They mattered more than everyone, no matter how selfish.
But morally, it was a choice I now couldn't or was too weak to fight. Once Cage worked this out in his own mind or Darius spoke it out loud, he'd do what he threatened after I woke up from passing out in the meadows. If I didn't give in soon, he would just do it, not the s*x, obviously. But he'd mark me set off the mating without my consent. I'd be too weak to fight
