Domani had gotten Cuban's attention.
Slowly, he released his grip on her tongue.
However, his eyes were still locked on hers.
"And why should I believe you? After all, I just killed your son. Shouldn't you still be in mourning?"
"That is that, and this is this! Don't get me wrong; I still hate you. But if you continue like this, the other Arena Masters will see you as weak, and before long, someone will step up to challenge you. If you fall, as it is tradition, this House falls. I am not willing to be passed around by conquerors like a plaything. I have already suffered my terrible share of pain. I have mourned a husband and now a son. Regardless of your
She paused a little. "Impressive display,' of Killing my son, the Slave Demons still think you are weak. Don't get me wrong, it is not your strength as a deep demon, it is your heart as a leader."