If the situation hadn't been so deadly, it would have been entirely romantic and sexy for Ilsandra. Dagon had returned, but this time he had her eyes blindfolded.
"Now you can't bewitch me. Tell me who you are." Dagon demanded again.
Ilsandra sighed hard and grunted. "My answer goes unchanged, Dagon. My name is Ilsandra, and I was once your wife. Azrael had to stabbed to death in our marital bed. Why do you think you have so many filled crevices on your body?"
"Hah. Nice try. These all came from battles. I remember it clearly, witch." He stepped closer (she could tell because his scent filled her nose).
"Do you? Tell me about them, then." She challenged slyly and wished she could see the look on his face as the silence grew between them.
