Even if I somehow managed to survive for a while through this cruel and inhumane torment, there would be nothing left of me worth surviving. A survival instinct immediately took over, and I knew that I couldn’t continue to shrink away from the beast that Sólas was.
Death was inevitable, and I refused to go down without a fight.
Gripping my wound hard and allowing the pain to keep me focused. I forced myself onto my feet, ignoring the wet fabric that stuck to my leg.
“No, thank you,” I responded almost politely.
His cocky attitude stalled.
“No, thank you,” Sólas repeated as if he didn’t understand the meaning of the individual words themselves.
“Yes, I refuse to mate with you or bear your spawn,” I clarified.
“You are refusing me?” he parroted in disbelief.
“I’m sorry. Am I not making it clear enough to you?” I asked, giving him a pretentious smile.