Raven's voice was ice-cold despite the terror coursing through her. "What do you want from me now?"
Andras turned, his mask gleaming in the firelight as his grin widened behind it.
"What do I want?" he echoed, voice dripping with venom. "After I kill Archer… I'm going to defile you. Break you. Make you mine. And there won't be a thing your precious father can do about it."
He floated toward her, voice deepening with excitement. "You'll bear me many children. You'll serve me, slave under me. I'll make sure you never even remember who you used to be."
Revulsion twisted Raven's face. "You make me sick." She locked eyes with him, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "Let me give you a warning—stay away from me. I carry something dangerous. Something I've been training to control. Touch me again, and I'll unleash it."
