"Let's make it a duel of essence," I proposed, my smile sharpening into something maddening. "Since you're so fond of 'smelling' potential, let's see whose presence truly commands this room."
There was no way she would not fall for the sweet provocation if she wished to be entertained.
"If you can stand before me without your 'toy' holding you up, perhaps I'll let you stay for dessert. But if you buckle—if you even flinch—you'll leave this palace through the same wreckage you made, and I'll make sure you do it on all fours."
Morrigan's grin widened, her sharp teeth glinting under the sickly violet light.
"A duel of Wills? You think your little soul can stand against the weight of the Abyss? You're bolder than you look, female."
"I think you're overcompensating for the fact that you need a collar to keep a man's attention," I countered, my toxic sweetness returning in full force.
