Lucius POV:
"Wait—don't kill me yet," she said suddenly, her voice laced with panic. "I have a proposal. I can still be of use to you," she continued, her words rushed, desperate.
A proposal? I couldn't help but laugh darkly. She thought she could bargain with me. How charming.
Oh, how amusing. The little witch thought she could bargain for her life. How cute. I leaned in closer, looming over her.
"What can a little witch like you have to offer?" I asked, my voice quiet and cruel.
She straightened slightly, wiping the fear from her eyes, trying to appear confident. "I can help you get revenge on the werewolves and the witches. I hate them, just like you do."
I tilted my head slightly, my gaze never leaving her. Now this was interesting.
