Sorayah's instincts kicked in. Her hands shot up, gripping the blade with both palms. A sharp, searing pain tore through her skin as the metal cut deep into her flesh. Warm blood dripped onto the floor, the crimson staining the cold stone beneath them.
I can't die yet. Not in my enemy hands. I still have tasks to do hence I refuse to die yet. Sorayah thought to herself and just then....
"Fine! I agree to work for you!" she blurted out, her voice edged with both pain and defiance. Her burning gaze met his, unwavering despite the agony pulsing through her hands.
Dimitri stared at her for a moment before letting out a low chuckle, clearly entertained by her resilience. He lowered the sword, pulling it effortlessly from her grip.
"Good," he murmured, brushing a gloved finger against the fresh blood staining the blade. "That's a wise decision." He stepped back, his lips curving into a smug smile. "It's not nice to give up so easily, not without even trying, after all."
