Ghi'or (5)

Nine is tied up inside a tent. She is weak and the ropes tying her are laced with liquid mercury which is the weakness of her kind. Her hands are slightly burning and she cannot use her magic in this state.

She can see a shadow approaching and the familiar, sweet scent hits her nostrils. Damien barges into the tent, looking visibly angry.

“Why are they going to Ghi’or?” He snarls at her, his eyes flared up. He tries to look intimidating and dominating to her, hoping to scare the woman but Nine only scoffs.

“You can’t scare me!” She exclaims. “I’ll not tell you anything.”

Damin growls and holds her neck. She feels soft and weak under his touch, her skin burning hot. For a moment, his heart trembles but he remains adamant.

“I do not care about any mate bond!” He warns her. “You better tell me the truth or else I-”

“You cannot do jacksh*t!” Nine grits. “You don’t know my name! You can’t reject me either. Lavi told me everything about that mate of yours. If you reject me, I will die but t