But it was his eyes that terrified her most. Eyes dark with intent, empty of mercy.
"What is your name?" His Mandarin was accented but fluent.
Soyeon's throat was so dry she could barely speak. "Su.…..Su Yan."
He said nothing for a long moment, his eyes traveling over her body.
"I am Khagan Temur, the chieftain." Soyeon suspected just as much.
Khagan Temur.
Then he huffed, a sound that might have been amusement.
"You have good hips," he said.
A bolt of fear shot through Soyeon. Good hips?
The man leaned closer, and she could smell him, sweat and leather and something metallic. Blood, maybe.
"After this is done," he said, "you will be my wife. Bear my children. Strong children, with your foreign features and my warrior blood."
No.
The word screamed in her mind, but terror locked her throat. She couldn't speak. She could only stare at this monster while her mind gibbered in panic.
No no no no no.
