Azrael walked Lyanna to the bed slowly. She sat on the edge of the bed. He stood before her, looking down at her like a predator with his glowing silver eyes.
He wants me broken. I won't give him that.
Before he could speak or do anything, Lyanna stood up and looked straight into his eyes.
"I know what you want. You want me broken. You want me to beg. You want to see me destroyed."
Azrael raised his eyebrows slightly.
"And?"
"I won't give you that. You won't get the satisfaction you are hoping for. I'll endure whatever you do, and I'll survive it."
For a moment, he just stared at her. Then he laughed.
"You really are amazing." He said, shaking his head. "Even now, you're looking for a way to win."
"What did you expect?"
"Tears, begging, and surrender." He walked closer.
"Then I'm disappointing you."
"No." He cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. "You're doing something far more interesting. You're making me question what I actually want."
