Chapter 012 - Combat

“I’m not yours,” I say, not liking the way he addresses me.  “Clearly,” he smirks. “I can hear my King’s moans of pleasures. You’ve been doing such a great job in that regard.” I glower at him. Tasteless. Is there nothing good that comes out of his mouth?! But what should I expect? He even said something so vulgar to his own leader! “Why are you calling Brandon Stine a Leader? Shouldn’t it be General?” I ask. “He’s my leader during my mercenary days.” “And you’re not a General?” “I’m not the type to lead.” “Clearly,” I mimic. He leers. “A cheeky she-wolf. I like that.” He approaches me, and I look up at him. He really is tall and huge. I am already at five-seven, taller than Nowra, but this guy still towers over me. I take a step back, intimidated by his frame. He clicks his tongue. “Wrong move. You should not show your fear in front of your enemy.” “Are you an enemy?” He grins. “Right now, I am.” Suddenly, he unsheathes a knife and slashes it across my chest. I step back but realize t