Author's note: And now for chapter fourteen, another very long chapter. That only covers a night basically. But a lot happens in it, in the sort amount of time it covers. Things will start to pick up a bit now, and we're only a few chapters away from Viktor's return. Which should be very interesting if I can pull it off right. Ok, enough about future chapters, on with the chapter. Oh, and it does contain a long love scene, so, R rating stands again.
Disclaimer: I own only the characters not mentioned in Underworld in any of its forms. Everything else, pretty much everything really, belongs to Danny McBride, Kevin Grevioux, Len Wiseman, Sony, and whoever else. Please do not sue. Savvy?
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN: WOLVES IN MEN'S CLOTHING
MOON PHASE - WAXING GIBBOUS
"I honestly cannot comprehend how you and my father are able to take any enjoyment from this abysmal game," Sonja declared in exasperation. "And why on earth is it called a game, that would lead someone to believe it held fun or pleasure."
Soren simply laughed. They had been playing chess for nearly three hours, the lead Death Dealer trying to help Sonja improve so that she could actually have a chance at keeping her father from winning in less than ten minutes.
"Well at least one of us is enjoying it," she added sarcastically, glaring slightly. "I may enjoy listening to discussions of warfare and strategies, but this, this serves no purpose other than to try to make one cross-eyed."
"I think it has succeeded with you now, Milady," Soren replied, rearranging the pieces back to their starting positions. "Care for another round? Or has two been plenty for your taste today?"
Sonja nodded. "Two has been more than plenty for my taste today, besides, it is almost twilight," she added, looking towards a small window at the top of the large study. "You and your men will be starting up the night watch soon." And Lucian will be coming back to me.
"Yes, you are right. Well, Milady, it was a pleasure trying to teach you as well as keep from defeating you in less then a half hour," Soren teased, smirking. "But I must bid you good eve. I would suggest studying the board sometime, simply looking over it alone, seeking battle plans."
"Like a map where a battle will be fought," she stated softly, nodding as she glanced back down at the chess board. "Perhaps I will, but not for a long while. I have no desire to see that thing again for some time." She stood from her chair, Soren standing as well, bowing his head in respect. "Good eve to you as well. I must take my leave of you for the night."
Soren nodded, walking her to the door, but before they reached it, Obi entered, bowing to them both dutifully.
"Milady," he said to Sonja, his voice deep and richly accented, a mixture of his natural accent from his native land in Northern Africa and Hungarian.
Sonja inclined her head back, then turned towards Soren. "I should like to stay and hear what news he brings," she informed the Death Dealer leader and his second in command. If it was urgent enough for Obi to seek Soren out instead of waiting only a few minutes for Soren to come to their main quarters, it was of importance to her.
Soren nodded. "Of course." he looked back at Obi. "Proceed."
"Sir, one of our scouts in Buda has just sent back a messenger pigeon, with this note," he informed the other two, handing Soren the small parchment. "Apparently, it is peaceful again for the moment, with the threat of war fading to the background once again."
Sonja could feel relief wash through her for a moment at the news. If it could just last, if it would only last until her father returned from his travels. She knew there was war raging in many of the lands he traveled, but if he could just come home to them while there was no war, she would be thankful.
She tried not to think about the possibility he might not come home at all.
"Well, now that I have heard this news, I think I shall bid you both good eve and retire to my chambers for now," she told them, smiling kindly before turning and walking through the doorway, turning right and continuing down the long corridor.
Obi and Soren watched her go, then Soren's expression turned grim. "You do know the penalty for lying to an Elder or his family is a day's length in lashings, do you not?" he asked Obi darkly. "This is not the news you came to tell me, this was learned of earlier and told to the council, she could very easily discover your trickery," he continued, hissing quietly.
Obi nodded. "I know, but I did not think you wanted her to hear what I have truly come to tell you," Obi told his leader. "It is Anmy. He is in the main quarters, trying to divide the Death Dealers, gathering up those who share his view on the lycans."
Soren closed his eyes, cursing silently. "Heaven and Hell, will that bastard never learn his place!" He stormed out of the room, Obi following. It was time Soren reminded Anmy who Viktor had left in charge during his absence.
***
As soon as she entered her bedroom, Sonja knew Lucian was there, waiting for her. She smiled when she saw him, he had obviously gone back to the lycan quarters first since he had taken off is chain mail and boots. He had taken to doing that more often, as it was safer.
Sonja felt Lucian's arms wrap around her waist even as she shut the door, his embrace warm and possessive. She felt his head lean down, heard sniffing her neck and shoulder. A low growl escaped him, and she knew what had agitated him.
"Death Dealer," he whispered.
Sonja sighed softly. "How can you tell?" she asked. She was fascinated at how he could determine so many things through scent.
"They all stink of armor, metal. Silver and iron, but mostly silver," he replied, his voice dark. His grip tightened ever so slightly, far from hurting, but still more possessive than usual. Tomorrow was the full moon, and the wolf was on edge and ready for the moon's release.
Sonja nodded. "I was with Soren, he was helping me improve my chess game, it was something I played with my father a lot, though I never saw much point," she told him. "But it was still something I loved to do with him. He would explain battle strategies as we played, tell me legends of our kind." Letting her head fall back against Lucian's chest. "Forgive me, for coming to you only to stink of silver?"
"There is nothing to forgive, I understand you have to be around others of your kind, have a life among them as well," Lucian replied, though he was still tense. "I should not have let it bother me so."
Feeling his body against hers, still tense and wired, she turned within his arms, his grip loosening enough for her to do so. She was used to this stages, when the fool moon was so close that he was already showing signs of the Change. She knew what to do, how to act, ways to calm him down.
Reaching up, she ran her knuckles down his cheek gently, nuzzling her head against his neck and shoulder. She smiled when he began to return her affections, his beard and hair tickling her skin. Her hands moved down, sliding under his shirt. Palms flat against him, she slowly slid them up, her fingers scraping against skin every so often.
Slowly his body relaxed, easing into her touch and both of them were touching, panting, nuzzling, heat spreading through them as they awakened arousal within each other's limbs. His hands finally came to cup her face, holding her gently as he kissed her, mouth hungry and devouring.
"Lucian," Sonja heard herself whisper, her voice nothing more than a gasp as she felt her knees weaken. Her own hunger was burning within her stomach, and desire was coursing through her own veins. Taking his hands in her own, she led him to the bed, kneeling before she reach the edge. Her head bowed, in submission.
Tonight, the only status they knew, was mate. She was his mate, he was hers, and she followed lycan law, not vampire, with him. Tonight, she would let him take her any way he pleased, no asking, no looks for permission.
At first, Lucian had been hesitant to come to her the night before a full moon, or the night directly after. He had told her, shyly but honestly, how he knew he would be more aggressive, his wolf nature prominent and residing closer to the surface than he was comfortable with when he was with her.
When Sonja had asked him why, he had told her, though reluctantly. He knew that as badly as he wanted her when he had more control over the bestial side of him, it would be near impossible to control himself those nights. That he would be wilder, fiercer, that he was afraid he would hurt her.
"You will not hurt me, Lucian," she had assured him, her hands stroking his side comfortingly as he laid beside her. "Your kind, do they not mate on these nights?"
"Oh, they do," he nodded in reply. "Those nights, almost all mate, for all of us are greatly, well," he had looked away for a moment, then back up at her. "Those nights are when the females are in heat. Those nights are nights of arousal and mating to conceive."
"Tell me everything, Lucian," Sonja had begged. "Tell me the customs, tell me what the females do, what the males do. I want you to tell me, and to come to me those nights. I want us to mate as your kind do on those nights as well."
It had taken much convincing and gently persuasion of hands stroking his skin, but Lucian had told her everything, telling her the females were more submissive then, that it was almost identical to how the natural wolves and other creatures of the wild mated.
And now, that was what they did. She was submissive and he was dominant, roles reversed in a pleasing way to Sonja. Never had he hurt her, for though the wolf was there, just beneath his skin, she knew Lucian still held back as best he could. He did not ask those nights, the only nights, but he watched, listened, felt for her signals.
Lucian joined her on the floor, kneeling on one knee as his hands ran through her hair, holding it, gently pulling it to move her head back, his eyes staring at her intensely. Gray irises were now almost pure silver in hue, but soft, loving as he looked at her. His head cocked to the side slightly, and he leaned towards her, licking and nuzzling her neck.
"Mine," he softly whispered and he pulled her close, rubbing his cheek against hers. Spreading his scent all over her again in defiance.
"Yours," Sonja replied, moaning when she felt Lucian's hands rub her back tenderly. She stayed still as he kissed her throat, then trailed his mouth down to the neckline of her dress, kissing her skin along it. Fingers reached up, pulling down the dress, baring her breasts and torso, his hands stopping at her waist. She shudder as he kissed her breasts, down her stomach and back up to her throat.
Lucian nuzzled her neck again, sighing contentedly. He made a soft humming sound, almost like a purr. He picked her up, standing and setting her down on the bed. He pulled her dress off completely, removing her clothing completely.
Sonja sat up, letting him take her hands and place them on his stomach. She nodded, smiling, as she grabbed his shirt and lifted it over his head. His arms raised to allow the clothing to be removed, but otherwise he remain motionless as he watched her undress him. She then swiftly pushed his pants down to the floor.
Lucian joined her on the bed, sitting beside her. He turned her so that she faced him, pulling her up flat against his body. They both gasped softly at the contact, staying still for several moments. Then Lucian's hands slid up Sonja's back, till they reached her hair, and he again pulled her head back gently by it. Her throat bared, Lucian kissed her, sucking on the skin above her jugular.
Biting her lip to keep her moans down, Sonja held on to Lucian's arms tightly, her legs wrapping around his waist. She could feel every muscle in his body now, tense and ready. She felt the wolf beneath his skin, could see it in his stare and smell it in his scent. It was a strength and a power any other vampire would fear and flee from, and hear she was, holing it in her arms.
Abruptly, Lucian pushed her back, pinning her to the bed, his mouth covering hers again. His hands held her wrists at either side of her head, not hurting her, but tight enough to keep her from moving much. His mouth moved down her neck, teeth nipping lightly at her skin until he reached her breasts. Gently he sucked, kissed, trailed down to her navel, licking at it teasingly.
Sonja squirmed beneath him, biting her lip so hard she drew blood. She could not struggle against him, yet she wanted to, she wanted to hold him, touch him, drive him as mad as he was driving her. She could feel the pleasure in her stomach, seeping into the pit of her belly, promising a blinding warmth that would send her into ecstasy and back again.
Lucian finally released her hands and they immediately were tangling in his hair, pulling him up from a kiss before running down his chest and abdomen. His hands followed the same path, traveling down until they reached her wet arousal. Slowly his fingers stroked at her core, making her arch up against him.
Nearly screaming, Sonja felt her teeth draw blood again as Lucian's fingers stroked against her core. She felt Lucian's tongue licking up the small trickle of blood from her lip before kissing her again, his fingers still caressing her.
They had found out the a small amount of blood would not hurt them, but they had never taken the risk of seeing what would happen should either suck on the wound from which the blood came.
Clinging to him tightly, Sonja writhed underneath Lucian's warm body, arching up against him, into his hand as it teased her, stroked her, pushed her closer and closer to release. She could feel her tensing of her muscles and the beginning of the quivers a second before it hit, her whole body suddenly racked with her release. His fingers stroking until she fell back against the bed, limp in his arms.
Blinking several times, she looked up at him, smiling softly as he stared down at her. Watching her with silver, tender eyes. He leaned down, sniffing at her skin, closing his eyes as if in ecstasy himself. "Now you smell of arousal and sweat," he told her, voice low and husky. "All you now."
"I would think I would smell of you," she managed to reply, her voice strained. "In fact I am certain I smell of you."
Lucian nodded. "You do. But you will smell of me even more after tonight. But fortunately your kind cannot smell as well as my kind. They should not be able to catch my scent unless they are as close to you as I am right now."
"Which no other will ever be," she promised him, before the wolf could grow agitated again. "Never."
Lucian nodded, smiling softly. Then he spread her legs, positioning himself between them. He stared down at her for a moment, pausing, then thrust into her, entering her swiftly and deeply, groaning in relief. "Sonja," he breathed, nuzzling her neck.
She nuzzled back, moaning as he thrust into her repeatedly, quickly finding a steady, familiar rhythm. She felt him quiver beneath her touch, heard him growl as she rubbed her legs against his, up until she wrapped them around his waist.
Suddenly he moved, and they were almost sitting, his hands at her waist, moving her hips against him. She whimpered softly, feeling the liquid heat build up again in her core. Flames lapped at her skin, burning and scorching without hurting her as she let Lucian move their bodies to the rhythm the wolf desired.
He kissed her exposed throat, her head falling back and another moan escaped her lips. He sucked at the skin above her collar bone, making her shudder before moving down to her breasts again. His tongue was teasing and taunting and sending delicious tremors of pleasure through her skin and into her flesh and muscle, flooding her veins.
Sonja ran her hands through his hair, down his back, up to his shoulders. She gripped his arms, her nails digging into his skin. She felt his body begin to tense up, nearing his own release and she cupped his face, kissing him as she felt them body slip into bliss.
And then there they were, rapture, blinding, searing rapture, liquid flames rushing through their bodies in waves. She felt him groan into their kiss, her own cries of pleasure muffled as well. Tighter they clung to each other, frozen in their embrace.
Panting and sweating slightly, Lucian laid back, pulling Sonja down with him, nuzzling her contentedly. His arms were wrapped loosely around her waist, fingers idly stroking her skin. He sniffed her again, kissing her cheek when he finished, eyes satisfied.
"Now you smell of me," he whispered.
Sonja nodded. "Yes, I do. I reek of you," she replied, smiling and kissing him softly. "And you smell of me." Laying her head down on his chest, she let out a soft sigh, content as well. "We should have a small reprieve from the threat of discovery and war for a little while," she told him.
"That is good news to hear," he remarked. His arms tightened around her. "Very good news. Perhaps the Death Dealers will let my kind rest from constant vigils."
"I am certain they will once they are sure it is safe," Sonja assured him. She reached up and ran her hand through his hair, brushing it out at his side. Closing her eyes, she listened as Lucian's breathing deepened as sleep overtook him.
He would probably sleep for one or two hours, but he never slept much more than that on the nights near the full moon. Soon he would wake, and they would read or talk, or just lie together, thankful they could be together at all.
"Rest my love," she whispered. Kissing his chest, she sighed and cuddled closer to him, closing her own eyes as sleep crept over her. "Rest."
***
Striding briskly to the Death Dealers' main quarters, Soren and Obi ignored everyone they passed, the glare on Soren's face enough to keep anyone from approaching them. Both warriors were unsure of what to expect when they reached the room, but both knew Anmy was going to have to be reminded of his place and of the laws yet again. This time, through force.
Soren was itching for it.
As soon as he entered the main room, Soren spotted Anmy and grabbed him. Throwing the mutinous Death Dealer against the wall, Soren then turned to all the others in the room, eyes ice blue and fangs elongated to their full length.
"Everybody, OUT!!" he ordered. He glowered at them as they left, some looking at him angrily, some simply with closed expressions, but none daring to challenge him. Once the last Dealer had left, Obi closing the doors to the large chamber, Soren turned to Anmy.
He was standing, holding his shoulder and glaring back at Soren, his eyes pale blue as well. "Well, I think those who were questioning you after my speech are now going to defy you. Attacking a fellow Death Dealer?" Anmy jeered.
Soren approached, hissing faintly as he grabbed Anmy by the neck and held him against the stone wall. "How does that shoulder feel, Anmy? I am certain the sting is still in there. I can dislocate the other one for you as well, if you like," Soren threatened. "As for this mutiny, it is folly. Once I remind them of Viktor's ruling on the lycans, as well as Amelia's, Marcus', and the Council's, I highly doubt they will go act upon your ambition and hatred."
"Viktor sides with me, and you know it. He just does not have the luxury of showing it. He is nothing more than a politician, just like the Council and the other Elders," Anmy spat back. "Just like you."
Soren sneered, releasing his hold on Anmy. "You really are a fool. What do you expect to do, kill all the lycans and expect Viktor to request leniency for you? Beat them down and provoke them to a rebellion? Or would you have us send them out, defenseless and wandering, only to ultimately bring the wrath of superstitious mortals down us all?"
Anmy growled, and tried to lunge at Soren, but the lead Dealer had him pinned against the wall again within a moment.
"Now you listen to me, you usurping, insidious bastard," Soren hissed. "Whether you like it or not, whether Viktor does truly side with your ideals or not, I am in charge of this sect. Viktor left me here to keep my charge over the Death Dealers and the lycans. I will not have a mutiny from either. And if I even see you give me one foul look, and I think you mean to try something like this again, I will throw you into the lycan den the next full moon."
Soren released Anmy yet again, stepping back a few feet. But before the other Death Dealer could move, Soren backhanded him, knocking Anmy down against the floor, his cheek bloody and cut open from the armor wristband Soren was wearing.
"Do not test me again, Anmy. Or I will make good on my word," he promised before turning and storming out of the room. He passed through the crowd of Death Dealers waiting outside, their heads bowed as they all once again remembered his station and strength.
***
Rendor smiled down at the young lycans staring up at him, hanging on every word he spoke. He was telling them some stories before they retired for the night.
The children this age, ten years, and younger usually slept from midnight to noon, while older lycan young slept day during the daylight hours, waking when their fathers returned from their watch. It actually ended up work out well, letting the parents of younger children have time alone before morning came and the males were called back out.
Tonight it was Rendor's turn to tell them tales, tiring them out until they eyes could no longer stay open as he whispered old legends his parents had told both Lucian and himself when they were younger. He enjoyed their gasps of surprise, wide eyes at startling revelations, shocking endings.
"And that, was how they escaped," he finished up his last story. "And the rest of their days were merry and peaceful. Now, off to bed with you, all of you," he instructed, smiling at the moans of weak protest. "Go on, go to your mothers and get some sleep."
The young ones nodded and headed of, whispering bits and pieces of the night's legends as they did. Rendor chuckled softly, almost envying how carefree they were. But he did not envy the age when they lost that freedom.
Every child went through it, even if they were not servants or slaves. It was the burden of adulthood it seemed.
"You certainly do have a way with them," a soft, feminine voice said from behind. "You would make a good father someday, Lydia added as she sat down on the bench beside Rendor. "If you ever have any."
Rendor grinned wolfishly. "Oh, I plan to. I just have to find the right mate first," he replied, his eyes meeting hers. "That is more important to me after all."
Lydia nodded. "Of course. And have you?"
"Have I what?"
Rolling her eyes, Lydia asked him again. "Have you found the right mate? There, is that clearer?"
He nodded, still grinning. "Most certainly."
"Glad, but you knew what I meant the first time," Lydia commented dryly. She shook her head, smiling despite herself, but Rendor's hand reached out to cup her cheek. She let him turn her face towards his, breath coming in short, faint pants.
"I did not mean that question," he told her, his grin gone and in its place a soft smile, like a lover's. "I was referring to the first one." He leaned over, kissing her lightly before she could try to form a reply. His free hand moved to cup her other cheek, holding her face tenderly.
Lydia's eyes were still closed when Rendor pulled away, staring at her. Slowly she opened them, blinking a few times before meeting his gaze. "I," she started but stopped abruptly as her brow furrowed. "I enjoyed that," she finally blurted out. "I enjoyed it a lot."
"Good," Rendor whispered back. "Because I want to do it again," he told her.
"I would like that," she replied that. Abruptly, she kissed him, her own hands reaching up to cup his face before sliding down to his shoulders as his arms pulled her closer. She felt his tongue at her lips, and she parted them slightly, acting on instinct.
Rendor pulled away, breathing labored now as he tried to think coherently again.. "Perhaps we should stop," he said. "Or continue elsewhere. I do not want to push you," he told her, stroking her cheek.
Lydia nodded. "Stop," she stated., than added, "for tonight, at least." She looked up at him, smiling. "Give me one day, Rendor. One day and tomorrow night, you can go as far as you like, I promise."
"I can give you a day," he replied. "I can do that. I can wait longer if you need," he told her.
Her smile grew slightly. "No, all I need is a day. I will be ready tomorrow night," she assured him and suddenly the full impact of what she was saying hit him.
Tomorrow night was a full moon, and they would be in wolfen form, the Change upon them. To become mates during the full moon was to bind, wed as the vampires would say. It was official and unbreakable, recognized by the vampires as well as the lycans, unlike the bond between Lucian a Sonja.
Though his brother and the princess were truly mates and their bond was just as strong as the bond between Rendor and Lydia would be after the next night, it was not the same. It did not have the same standing. For them it was impossible. It was the last step to take, and Lydia wanted it to be the first.
Rendor nodded mutely. He smiled, and he swore he could have made the Change come then, his blood raced and heart beat so quickly, every nerve on edge in the sweetest way known he had ever known.
"I can give you a day."
***
Sonja could feel Lucian slowly return to consciousness beneath her, his breathing pattern changing ever so slightly. She smiled softly when his fingers began to stroke her back, his right hand moving up to brush through her hair absently.
"How long have I been asleep?" he asked her quietly.
"Not long," she reassured him. "Not long at all. Did you sleep well? You made hardly any movements or signs of dreaming," she told him, looking up to meet his eyes, still hazy with sleep. She sighed when he moved his right hand up again to stroke her cheek.
"I always dream, my love. And I dream of lying here, holding you, doing nothing. It is a most pleasant dream," he whispered. He shifted a bit and pulled her face closer to his, kissing her tenderly. The wolf was sated, calm and docile again. Still gaining full awareness.
Sonja moaned as he kissed her, gentle and warm. So warm, always warm. She craved it, something so precious and rare in her world without him around, so alien to her kind, at least naturally. They were never warm except when they fed from the blood of animals or humans.
But Lucian and his kind were always warm, bodies heated inside, skin scorching, breath hot. He would hold her, embracing her against his warmth and she could swear she felt it burning her sometimes, he was so hot against her. Perhaps it was passion as well, helping to fuel the natural fire inside him that kept him warm.
"Do you wish to read again tonight?" she asked him when they parted. "If so, I need to find something to read alone. Since there is peace now, supposedly, I do not know if the Death Dealers will be more lax tonight, roaming around the hallways. Too great a risk that you would be caught," she explained.
Lucian nodded. "Yes. We shall do whatever you want," he told her. "If you wish to read, then we read."
Sonja smiled. Torchlight flickered in her eyes, reflected, and an impish gleam was evident. "Then we shall read. I know a few stories we could read tonight, I shall return shortly," she assured him, kissing him once more, quickly. Sliding off reluctantly, she swiftly dressed herself and headed for the door, turning and coming back to kiss him once again before leaving finally.
Closing her door softly as she left, Sonja looked around, hoping there would not be anyone around. She did not want to talk to anyone, but fortunately most of the others let her be. She was Viktor's daughter and she was a loner. That made her hard to approach. She also disproved of the thousands of gatherings the coven threw for no reason.
That made her an outcast to be ignored for the most part. She would not have it any other way.
She walked through the corridors swiftly, but languidly, her hand rising up to brush along the stone wall. She laughed softly to herself. Old habits did die hard it seemed, as she had always done that since she was little and had first walked through the halls of the castle on her own.
"Good night, Milady," came a gravelly, sly voice, and she looked up, recognizing it immediately.
Anmy.
The Death Dealer was standing a few feet in front of her, his mouth set in a wide, serpentine grin. He reminded Sonja of a snake, always had. He was not very tall, but lanky, and his face was gaunt, with a wide, thin mouth and hollow cheeks. His eyes were cold and calculating, small and unnerving. Dark hair that came to his shoulders often hid it since his head was bowed so often, as if he were heading his expression, his eyes from those around him.
His voice was snakelike as well, dry and smug, full of self-righteousness and an all-knowing attitude. It was condescending towards her, until they were arguing, then it was venomous.
"Good night, Anmy," she replied, her voice icy and curt. "If you will excuse me," she said, moving to walk by him, but he grabbed her arm, staring at her as though she were a vile, rotted piece of meat.
"You should be happy, your highness. Soren has ended all my efforts against the lycans," he informed her, smiling cruelly. "I know this will salvage your bleeding heart over those filthy dogs," he spat, his eyes turning blue now.
Sonja felt her blood boil and she swore she did start to feel warmth from her anger. She was disgusted at how he thought of the lycans, spoke of them. Such open disregard and contempt, it made her seethe with rage and want to drain him dry of every last drop of blood in his vile body.
Then panic hit her like a kick to her stomach. Did he suspect the affair? Why else was he bringing up this matter? Did he just think she was too kind to Lucian's kind? Or did he know, suspect of her crimes against the Covenant.
Keeping her face neutral, Sonja removed his hand from her arm, squeezing his fingers roughly. The sound of bones cracking was not near as satisfying as the surprised look on his face. "I can assure you, Sir Anmy, I could care less what Soren did or did not end among you and the other Death Dealers. I know that even you, with your small, undeveloped mind could not be as stupid as to go against the laws concerning the lycans," she said calmly, coldly.
Anmy's eyes narrowed to slits. "You should be more careful, Milady. If I get in your father's good graces, you could end up taking orders from me," he sneered suggestively and Sonja repressed a shudder. It was clear what he meant.
Sonja smiled sweetly. Too sweetly. She knew of the rivalry between Anmy and Soren, had witnessed many arguments with the two. "My dear Anmy, my father would sooner have me marry Soren," she replied in a tone just as condescending as his was earlier. "And I know I would be much happier with that choice. Now, if you will excuse me, I wish to go to the library," she told him, her voice turning dark. "And unless you wished to be flogged for daring to touch me without permission, much less grab and practically accost me, I suggest you move on and keep your comments concerning lycans to yourself until you can find someone who cares."
Grudgingly, Anmy stepped away from her, glowering with pale eyes. "Of course, Milady," he replied, bowing his head with mock-reverence. "I would never seek to cause you harm or fear," he added with his normal dry and smug voice.
Scoffing, Sonja shook her head. "Oh I highly doubt that, Anmy. I highly doubt that. But remember your station, remember mine, and remember my father's. If that is not enough, then know this. My father is not the only one who would be outraged should something happen to me," she warned.
If only you knew just what wrath you would be bringing down upon yourself if Lucian knew of this, she thought to herself, hiding the smirk it threatened to bring. I think that even you would tremble in fear if you knew.