Despite the pain she felt and the tough spot she was in, Yennefer's mind was calculating.
Her body screamed from the blow, her chest still pinned beneath Grief's foot, but her thoughts remained sharp,racing.
There was no doubt anymore, Stephan had grown far stronger than her. Stronger than her and Anna Mary combined. That fact alone terrified her. The gap in power wasn't just a difference in experience or technique. It was a chasm, one that should've been impossible.
And the worst part? He hadn't even fought her himself.
She had been completely overpowered by a soul servant, Grief. A soul eater in human form, faster and stronger than anything she'd ever faced.
Now, she found herself at his mercy. And mercy wasn't something that shone in his eyes.
If she refused him now, if she rejected this new twisted "offer," he would kill her. She saw it, in the way he looked at her.
That rage, control… He was holding himself back by a thread.
