There was no reaction. A creation of the Old Gods could never quite learn a human girl's bashfulness.
Rowan felt no guilt, either. It wasn't as though he was touching an actual girl. At most, she was flesh formed from condensed shadow.
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Sataia's fair, rosy complexion gradually turned dark purple, and purple-black streaks appeared at the corners of her gentle eyes, as though she had applied heavy eye shadow.
The crescent daggers pressed against Rowan's crotch and chest, both lethal targets.
At some point, Sataia had changed into a gauzy purple dress. Her features remained the same, but her entire demeanor had shifted from a harmless girl to a sinister queen who commanded shadows.
Rowan felt a chill between his legs. He drew a deep breath and smiled awkwardly. "Don't ask such pointless questions. I told you, since we have common interests, we're friends for the time being. Why would friends turn their blades on each other?"
Rowan held Sataia's wrist and slowly pushed it down.
"What a joke. What interests could an ordinary human like you possibly share with me? I simply found you amusing." Sataia smiled contemptuously and raised the dagger, glowing with dark light, to Rowan's neck.
Keep talking tough. After all that talk, you still haven't struck, have you?
To be honest, Rowan was scared to death. If he'd known, he would have brought Rhonin and Jaina along so they could watch his back.
Then again, if Rhonin and Jaina had been outside the door, Sataia might never have shown her hand.
To bargain with the dangerous creature before him, he had to show at least a little sincerity.
A minion of the Old Gods from the Underground World surely had plenty he could squeeze out of her.
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