For a split second, her expressionless face appeared endearing. Like a bunny or a mouse who didn't realize a Lion was about to eat her.
"You're going to accept it."
"Will you make me submit? You will get your fingers severed if you put your hand on me."
Nikolai's brow's wrung together. She was becoming very adept at intimidating him. Her tongue. That tongue...
"Why don't we strike a deal?" He made a suggestion, only to have her dismiss it with a snide snort that made him clench his teeth. At this time, one may say that he had met his match.
He needed to give her his blood right away; else, she would die. He probably would have blended it into a beverage, If it was going to work that way.
Ophelia stood up from the bed while keeping a blank expression on her face, walked up to him, and then sat down at the edge of the bed next to the food while keeping her eyes fixed on him.
