For the first time since it could remember, Zal'Zerael was stunned.
It was more than five thousand years old, and he had experience with a lot of Outsiders, both male and female.
It had encountered female Outsiders who were extremely stupid, arrogant beyond measure, and extremely weak. However, there was one thing each female Outsider had in common when they faced it… fear.
Despite the arrogance, weakness, and foolishness these females possessed, and no matter how calm and confident they tried to act, Zal'Zerael could always perceive the scent of fear from them.
However, as it faced Pamela, heard her words, and observed her actions and behaviour, Zal'Zerael perceived not a single iota from Pamela.
The only things it sensed were fighting intent, calmness, arrogance, and… desire as she gazed into its eyes.
The last emotion was a little unsettling for Zal'Zerael, but it had a guess as to why Pamela had such an emotion in her gaze.
