Mortification washed over Xanthe from head to toe. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and slowly turned her head to the side.
Jeez! How could she have said that like a crazy nymphomaniac?
This was all Maia's fault. She'd heard her say that line so many times that it was now glued to her tongue.
Xanthe lifted her gaze to Lorenzo again, smiling awkwardly. "I mean. . ." she said, choosing her words more carefully this time. "I need to sleep with someone if I don't want to be sacrificed."
Lorenzo shifted on his feet, trying to digest what she was asking from him. "And why does it have to be me? Why not find someone else? Someone. . ." his eyes swept over her in disdain. ". . .on your level."
You think I haven't tried? You think I'll be here if that were possible?
"Because it has to be you," she said, trying not to get offended. "I'm too powerful for mundanes, but for some reason, my power doesn't affect you."
