"Hmmm? This is interesting." Damon rubbed his chin in amusement.
As if answering his question, the woman spat again. "Hmph! Don't think for a second that I would agree to become your slave. I am merely signing this because I want to watch you die and wither with my own eyes."
Damon's grin widened. "Oh?"
"That thing is going to destroy this entire continent and this whole world. Do you really think that you are going to survive?"
He continued grinning and took a step closer. He then unceremoniously clutched her neck and lifted her up like a chicken. The woman thrashed around as Damon sank his fangs into her neck.
Warm blood filled with poison flowed into his mouth, and the taste wasn't all that bad. It looked like he was indeed correct. The woman did have some sort of constitution. He took a few seconds to drink the blood, more than what he needed to remove the poison, and then tossed her on the ground.
