Nefretiri
"What?" I stopped, taking several steps back. I shouldn't have been shocked at what he wanted. He'd made that clear the last time, but I was in the worst position now—alone with him.
"I've made my intentions clear, Nefretiri." He continued holding the lamb as if he were making the point that he held my salvation in his hands. The creature squirmed, his eyes pitch black, a strange contrast to the white of his fleece. "You're in a situation where you have no other options. That's my price."
"You honestly think I'd give you what you want? Even now?" His confidence was becoming aggravating, as was being in his presence. "No."
