"Punishment is a better dish to serve me tonight, Abigail. Punish me as much as you want," he said with a hoarse voice, as serious as ever.
Abi, who had been silent for a long time, pulled away but didn't climb off him.
"You want me to... torture you?" she asked, and Alex nodded without hesitation.
"Yes. Don't worry, I heal quickly. And you should know that I would not hesitate, even if you asked me to punish myself and jump into a furnace." He smiled, and Abi almost lost it. How could he speak so casually about such things? She remembered once again that scene in the castle where he had smiled so casually as the flames engulfed him. He had never screamed in pain, even though he was obviously in torment. What had he gone through in the thousands of years of his existence?
"Do you really think I could do that to you?" she asked, looking injured.
