Negotiations

Jonathan licked his lips, a thrill of pleasure coursing through him as he watched Eleanor’s face fill with caution. A shadow of fear covered her eyes, even though she did not let it show on her face.

It made him admire her even more. As far as she knew, the liquid he was holding had the power to bewitch her and leave her at his mercy.

Did she think she could somehow overcome it? Was that why her fear was not winning over, or was it because she was as fearless as the rumours said?

She was undoubtedly braver than most warriors he had come across. Even in the face of something that could bring her to her knees before him, she did not break. He wondered what would be enough to break her.

Would she show this same resilience if he executed her mate right in front of her eyes? Or would she beg him to spare his life and submit herself to his will?

He had wanted so much to force her to submit to him, but unfortunately, he had run into an unexpected obstacle.

“Relax,” he told her, putting the t