His cowl disappeared, and I plucked the arrow from the barrel. News that I had vacated this city would be worth a small bounty to Leveria, and anyone who was under her employment would want to be the first to deliver the message and collect. What’s the symbol for rescuing the chief from a pack of succubi?”
“A heart circled by a broken chain backdropped by a fist.” The tattooist replied gruffly. This would not be the last time this happened, I knew it in my bones. “Well, the Highland bank has never defaulted, and I’m sure they’d love to pick up your balance.”
“Is that a threat, Your Highness?” I asked with raised brows. I squeezed until the bones snapped. “Two rangers, Sherok. There is a kind of magic in hatred that pure. “I’d love to see it.”
“You think yourself a dominating woman, don’t you, Elena of the Straltaira?” Sherok said, standing to her full height, “When all you’ve had are elves and succubi, I suspect it’s easy to think that.” She grabbed my cock and squeezed, not to the point of pain, but to the
