' do I look like the kind of woman who dies ? '
SUDDEN LAUGHTER BURST FROM RHAAST’S UNSIGHTLY MOUTH , instantly mocking the mortal’s comment. if anything , she should be delighted to have sparked such amusement in the Darkin —— mortals often had very little to offer him. ❝ Surely you mean that as a quip? A jest? A .... ❞ suddenly he stopped , pausing only so he could lean closer to her to growl the words at her face. ❝ joke. ❞ the word was said slowly , so she couldn’t possibly miss the fact that Rhaast thought the notion was ridiculous. ❝ you look exactly like the kind of woman i could crush into dust ... effortlessly. ❞










