Page 63 of Marked By the Dark Lord
It was a little brusque, and I hoped she would stay, but I wouldn’t change. Not when it came to punishing men like Abhed.
She mulled that over. “Is being on the Jury all you’ve done?”
“No,” I said. “I have a job. And before you ask, I kill people.”
“But not children,” she said, pulling away from me slightly.
“No gods, no innocents, no children,” I repeated my mantra.
“So, what, you only kill bad guys?” she scoffed.
“There are very few people in my world who can so easily be classified as good or bad,” I explained. “Much of that is determined by your point of view. After all, you got at least one person killed, if not others. Does that make you evil? Are you bad?”
She looked troubled.
“There are many shades of gray,” I told her, softening my tone. “I evaluate each case and make my decision. I will not pretend to be a ‘good’ person. Nor am I despicably evil like Abhed or others like him, whom I view as the lowest of the low. I just don’t hide behind a fake front.”
There was a prolonged silence as Mila digested my words. I let her work through it, my grip around her waist comfortable, not preventative. If she wanted to get up and move away, I would let her.
But she didn’t.
“You’re an interesting person, Korr’ok of House Duloke,” she said at last. “I’m not entirely sure what to make of you. Some things you say appeal to me. But then you turn around and support that ass of a dragon, Dannorax.”
I gave her a tight smile.
“Why is he so uptight and mean anyway?” she asked.
“I’m not sure,” I told her. “Nor would it be my place to tell his story. There is a reason, I’m sure, but he chooses not to share it. And as to why I support him, well, he’s been put in charge of this sector of the world, and that’s the way it goes.”
“You seem unwilling to defy him, which seems unlike you.”
That time, I laughed. “As I said before, he’s adragon, Mila. Challenging him would not be a smart career move for either of us.”
“Even for one like you? A Sidhe?”
“Even for one like me,” I confirmed.
“So, you couldn’t beat him?”
“You don’t win a fight between us,” I said. “You just don’t lose it. Such a battle would be a pyrrhic victory at best, if not a total loss, with both of us dying.”
“I see.”
She didn’t sound disappointed or surprised. Prying for more information, perhaps, to learn the extent of my strength? I wasn’t sure, but I wouldn’t put it past her. Mila was smart. For someone who’d grown up on the streets, it was slightly unexpected. Perhaps that was me judging a book by its cover. I wasn’t sure, but I was quickly coming to realize I shouldn’t underestimate her.
“Are you satisfied now? Have your answers?” I teased, running a finger down her shoulder, watching her skin pucker and tighten from my touch.
“Almost,” she said, not stopping me. “What happens next?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my finger pausing just shy of her clavicle, deciding whether to dip lower or continue back up her neck.
“To me. I’m your prisoner, aren’t I?”
I looked her body up and down, blood filling my cock once more as it lusted after her. “I think it’s probably safe to say you’re becoming a bit more than that, don’t you?”
She grinned, noticing my visceral reaction. “So, I’m free to go, then?”
I laughed. “Only if you want to challenge Dannorax and have him reverse his ruling.”
