"You won't only be serving as Davi's maid, but you will also serve me."
Staring into Lemiel's eyes that held a predatory glint, Sienna felt a lump in her throat. Being his servant meant he could order her around like a slave.
Struggling was futile. She was like a lamb who had fallen straight into the lion's trap. She knew that in the eyes of this vampire who had unconventional ways of catering to his entertainment, she was a mere toy to play with.
What had happened in the past was a flimsy excuse to hold her by the neck. He was simply torturing her because he wanted to and he could.
"Killing me in your mind, yes?" Lemiel asked, seeing through Sienna's eyes. He grinned and stepped closer until he stood half a foot away.
"A lowlife like me wouldn't dare, your grace," Sienna was able to mutter in a low and cold voice.
"You are such a sweet little liar, Miss Barret."
