A dragon with a sinister smile appeared before them.
His words implied their fate would be worse than death. Two women in the group paled at the prospect of becoming his slaves, screaming his name in bed. The men pictured rituals or experiments before their last breath. Fear ran in their veins as they shuddered with no escape in sight.
He said he's an acolyte? Like us? This can't be!
Is he jesting?
Toying with us like that? He's definitely some Young Master!
None of their reactions eluded Han.
They break so fast. Good.
Seeing them like this sent a surge of adrenaline and excitement through him, his Dragon's Pride throbbing in his chest. He asserted dominance with his presence, demanding obedience, and the circle of experienced maids led by the powerful, alluring Hanna only heightened his aura.
He felt like bullying these intruders even more than Xena and Bellatrix.
