The lamia queen raised me towards her. Her serpentine tongue licked the air, and her face held a slight blush.
"You don't look all that special. Like a flimsy little human or maybe a vampire," she said as I was finally close enough for her to take a good look.
"I'm more than what I seem," I replied.
"Do tell, what are you?"
"I'm a werewolf."
She paused for a second as if trying to figure out if I was lying or not.
"A wolf with blessed blood? That's unlikely. Well, doesn't matter. As long as the product is good, I don't care what you are."
The queen spoke, and she was practically drooling. Her fangs glistened with saliva and venom. I wanted to get a feel for her personality, which is why I allowed her to lift me up. Her personality was exactly what I imagined it. I didn't need more than a few seconds to know exactly what it would take to break her.
