Crack! Crash, clatter.
Several wooden boxes were crushed underfoot, spilling milky-white cream all over the floor.
"Keep talking. I'm enjoying this."
Talanji's heart bled. These treasures had cost her so much time and effort.
Whenever she had free time after meditation and missions, Talanji would ask the seafaring Merchants' Guild to bring her human cosmetics and skincare products.
She had treasured many of them too much to even use them. Now this damned human had ruined them all.
"You! Do you think you've won?" Talanji roared.
Rowan stopped what he was doing, his gaze vicious. "You'd better behave. Let me tell you, I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead. Including trampling your dignity."
Talanji sneered. "Then go ahead. Even if you had those kinds of intentions, I'd break every bone in your frail body just by sitting on you."
"You're far too naive. Do you think destroying a war criminal means nothing more than violating her body?"
If that were all I had up my sleeve, all the ** I'd watched would have been wasted.
Ahem, getting off track.
"If you've got something, bring it on. Who do you think you're scaring?" Talanji said defiantly, her face resolute.
Rowan sneered, looking Talanji up and down as though inspecting prey brought back from a hunt.
His cold, stern face radiated murderous intent. He lifted Talanji's chin and whispered, "What if I sent your head to Lordaeron?"
Talanji's pupils contracted, and her swagger vanished instantly.
Indeed, Talanji did not fear death. But that did not mean she didn't care about the kingdom behind her.
"You demon! The spirits will bring divine punishment down on you sooner or later and judge your crimes." Talanji's breathing quickened. She could not bear to imagine her father leading Zandalar's army into