A pair of pink eyes glared up at him, burning with furious humiliation.
It went against every fiber of her pride to be here, kneeling at his feet. How had it come to this? Forced to lower herself to his level — and now, not even welcomed? This had to be some cruel joke of fate. A test sent by God himself to break her spirit.
"Fine," Lilith said through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with exhausted fury. "Name what you want from me. Whatever it takes... I will do it to please you."
Her body shook visibly. She hadn't slept for an entire day, and the hours of kneeling had drained even her formidable willpower. This was not the path she imagined for herself. Somehow, her life had gone from commanding others to begging for the favor of a man she once thought beneath her.
"Anything?" Faylira asked sweetly, a wicked smile tugging at her lips.
