If Sylvanas insisted on killing the succubus, he would let her. Although the succubus had reached an agreement with him and promised to become his maid, that did not mean he trusted her.
He felt that the humans of Azeroth were selfish, but not entirely untrustworthy. Some people could still be trusted in certain matters. That old man Antonidas, for instance, was quite good at keeping his word.
Demons, however, could never be trusted. Not in the slightest! Even if a demon swore solemn oaths or did ninety-nine things to prove worthy of your trust, you still absolutely could not trust them with the hundredth. Demons existed to destroy-to destroy everything they could.
What truly angered Yu Lin Bloodhawk this time was how badly he had lost face today. That girl had no sense of priorities, no regard for the occasion, and no restraint whatsoever. It had not mattered much when they were alone before, but today she had acted the same way in front of so many people. It had infuriated him.
There was also the fact that one moment he had been happily flirting with the succubus, and the next Sylvanas had torn him to shreds with her scolding. Yu Lin Bloodhawk finally understood all too well what it meant for joy to turn to sorrow.
That extreme plunge in his mood was the main reason he was angry today.
Damn girl! Damn girl! Those words kept running through his head as he lay in bed.
"That's all?"
In the ship's cabin where the succubus was being held, Sylvanas reclined in a rocking chair and questioned the succubus trembling before her.
"Yes!" the succubus said cautiously.
"Hmph! There's something you haven't told me, isn't there?" Sylvanas snorted coldly. "Don't think I don't understand Demonic! I heard you from