My temper started to kick in because this woman didn’t respond to any of my gestures. “If I were an asshole, your face would be so blue it would be unrecognizable.” I squatted down in front of her, waiting for her to look at me. “What’s your name?”

She slowly turned her head to look at me. She was already weaker than she’d been yesterday. No food and no sleep had created bags under her eyes. But she was still stunning—even on her worst day.

“Are you married?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Are you hitting on me?”

I grinned.

“Like I’d ever screw a vampire.”

“Oh baby, you’d love it.”

The comment made her snap out of her weakness and slap me across the face. “Don’t call me that.”

My fingers rubbed my cheek, feeling the sting turn into a throb. “You’re only making it worse.”

“You’ve never heard the word no?”

“Not in this context.”

She gave a subtle shake of her head and looked away. “What are you going to do with me?”

“Well, my brother wants to torture you…”

“And you?”

“I think violence isn’t the only option.”

“We can’t make a deal, because there’s nothing you have that I want, except my freedom—which you won’t give me.”

This woman was stubborn and loyal. Lesser men would have taken any deal to avoid the physical trauma inflicted by my general, but this woman was so defeated, she didn’t seem to fear anything. “What’s your name?”

She just stared at me.

“It’s just a name.”

She still wouldn’t give it to me.

Was it out of stubbornness? Or because she was important? “I’ll let you go.”

The emptiness in her eyes faded, just a little.

“But you have to take me with you.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“You have to escort me into Evanguard.”

The anger returned. “I would never betray my people by taking the enemy behind our lines.”

“What does it matter? You can kill me the second we’re there. Sound the alarm.”

“Then why would you want me to take you in the first place?”

I gave a shrug. “I’m pretty confident I would escape.”

“When you don’t know our lands?” she asked in disbelief.