After the st fight of the day, Whitney, more commonly known as the Dragon, talked with the most important guests of her event. After taking care of that quickly, she stepped out of the ring, heading between the trees of the forest around her, to the spot that served them as a backstage, hidden behind a big illusion.

  She had barely managed to walk inside when her right hand, Brisa, was by her side. She was tall and fit, with her blonde hair braided and two daggers dangling at her sides.

  “Have you checked him?” Whitney asked.

  “I found a locating stone hidden in his pants.”

  “Can you reverse the tracking?”

  “No, it’s secured.”

  “Destroy it,” Whitney ordered. “A sve?”

  “No,” Brisa replied. “He’s free, but there’s something else.”

  “What?”

  “I’m pretty sure that a vampire is feeding on him.”

  Whitney stopped walking, looking at Brisa with a frown. “Do you think it’s a trap?” she asked.

  “It seems like it,” Brisa replied. “Should I throw him away?”

  The Dragon started to move again, wondering what to do with that incredibly smelling man. “Have you checked him for any other locating spells?”

  “Yeah, he’s clean.”

  “Put him in my carriage,” Whitney ordered.

  “Is that a good idea?” Brisa asked.

  “Why not?”

  “You said that he smells outstanding.”

  Whitney stopped suddenly, turning toward her right hand, measuring her with a dangerous glint in her dark brown eyes. “Do you think I can’t control myself?”

  “I didn’t say that,” Brisa replied, taking a step back. “But we should just get rid of him.”

  “I want to know who sent him and what they want. Maybe he’s a gift,” Whitney said, unconsciously licking her lips.

  “Which you can’t accept without an official message,” Brisa replied. “Which he doesn’t have with him.”

  “I’ll get the truth out of him,” Whitney replied. “And I can have my fun without drinking him,” she added, then entered her carriage, closing the door, ending the talk with Brisa.

  ---

  I stirred when everything around me shook slightly. I was already sitting, my head propped against a wooden wall that bumped again. As I blinked my eyes open, I was surrounded by dim light, but I could recognize it as a carriage. Looking around, I spotted the Dragon sitting in front and slightly to the right.

  “I’m sorry for putting you to sleep,” she said with a smile.

  I still felt dizzy but had a chance to take a better look at her. She seemed to be in her early thirties with a mature look, but still gorgeous without looking too old. Her long bck hair reached the middle of her back, as her dark brown eyes were locked on me.

  Quickly averting my gaze, I avoided eye contact.

  “Was it really necessary?” I asked, massaging the temples of my head.

  “Here, drink this,” she said, ignoring my question and passing me a cup with a brown liquid inside.

  “What’s that?” I asked, at the same time inspecting the contents, but nothing showed up.

  “It’s just tea. It’ll make you feel better,” the Dragon replied. I was still staring at the cup when she pulled it out of my hand and took a sip herself, with her eyes locked on me. When she passed the cup back to me, I was still hesitant. But it didn’t seem to have any effect on her, and it seemed she wasn’t going to give up. In the end, if she wanted to hurt me, she could have done it while I was unconscious.

  When I brought it to my mouth, it tasted just like tea - hot and tasty.

  “What brought you to my tournament?” the Dragon asked.

  “Isn’t it obvious?” I asked back.

  She tilted her head, waiting for my answer.

  “You,” I replied.

  “You came to have a chance for a night with me?”

  “Not to have a chance, but to do it,” I corrected her.

  She snorted lightly before she spoke, “We didn’t meet before, and you wanted to participate in the tournament before you had a chance to see me.”

  “We didn’t meet, but I heard gossip.”

  “Gossip?”

  “That you’re attractive,” I replied. “But they did not reflect the truth.”

  The Dragon smiled, her gaze shifting over my body.

  “What’s your name?” I asked.

  “Whitney. You?”

  “Tobias.”

  Whitney got up and swiftly moved to sit next to me closely, our thighs almost touching as she leaned toward me.

  “So, Tobias, it seems that so far your pn works quite well. You caught my attention. You won the tournament. You are here one-on-one with me. What are your pns for the rest of the night?”

  “Cim my reward for winning the tournament,” I replied.

  Whitney snorted before she replied, “You do realize that it’s a scam? The winners wake up in the morning in the forest. They are lucky if they still have their pants on.”

  “Yet I’m here.”

  “Sometimes someone interesting shows up.”

  I smiled, looking at her, but with her big brown eyes still locked on me, I quickly averted my gaze. The windows of the carriage were closed, and I couldn’t tell where we were going. And I had no idea how long we had been traveling.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “You are not supposed to know where. That’s one of the reasons I put you to sleep.”

  “Well… Hopefully we will end up in your bed.”

  Whitney snorted, shaking her head. “What if I’m not that type of woman? Maybe I’m not interested in bedding someone I barely know.”

  “You created a whole tournament in which the prize is sex with you.”

  “Because stupid men like you come and add me a few fights for free. And they never get their prize anyway.”

  “I’ll get my reward,” I replied, gncing at her but quickly lowering my gaze to her chest. The shirt she was wearing was hiding her breasts, but from the curve, I would guess she was quite well-endowed.

  “My eyes are here,” she said, grabbing my chin, raising it higher. Involuntarily, I looked up into her brown eyes, and as I paused, she leaned forward. A bit surprised, I still met her in the middle in a slow kiss.

  Her fingers shifted from my chin lower, lingering on my neck. The kiss didn’t st long, she flicked her tongue over my lips before she started to lower her mouth. It wasn't about the kiss, she just wanted to get closer. After passing my chin, she sniffed deeply.

  Her mouth was heading quickly to my neck. I grabbed the back of her head, my fingers entwined in her smooth bck hair, as I pulled her away.

  She tilted her head back, her mouth open, licking over her teeth, showing me clearly her fangs.

  “No biting,” I said sternly.

  “What makes you think you can order me?” Whitney asked, but still remained in pce, not pulling out of my grip.

  “Just a hunch that you will listen,” I replied, before I kissed her again. She returned it, and we kept making out for a moment, before I pulled away and let go of her hair.

  “You’ve slept with a vampire before,” Whitney said, fixing her hair, with her eyes locked on me.

  “You are not going to be the first.”

  “Look me in the eyes.”

  “I would prefer not to.”

  “Scared?”

  “I already learned it’s dangerous.”

  “Look me in the eyes,” she demanded again, but this time it had a hint of threat in it. When I didn’t listen, she grabbed my chin and turned my face forcefully toward herself. Her big brown eyes locked on my face.

  “Did another vampire send you here to seduce me?” she finished her question just in time as I looked at her.

  “No, she doesn’t know I’m here,” I replied without thinking, and I realized that I was staring into her eyes. I blinked a few times, turning my gaze away.

  “Huh…” Whitney hummed, letting go of my chin. “Who exactly do you mean by she?”

  “I’m not answering that,” I replied.

  “She doesn’t know that you are here, and you came to sleep with me?” Whitney asked.

  “Is it so surprising? That a man wants to have sex with an attractive woman?”

  “Is she unattractive?”

  “No, but she doesn’t mind.”

  Whitney hummed again, looking at me curiously. “Do you have a vampire fetish?”

  “There’s something cute when you smile. You know, with your fangs,” I replied.

  “And with preferences like that, you smell this way,” Whitney said. “Why do you smell like that?”

  “I don’t know,” I replied. “I’m just taking advantage of that.”

  “You probably taste even better,” she purred, leaning closer.

  “That’s off the table.”

  “Because you don’t want me to do it, or it’s your vampire friend who has a problem with that?” Whitney asked.

  “I don’t want that, but my vampire girlfriend would be really pissed too,” I replied.

  Whitney nodded softly before she spoke, “But she doesn’t mind if you fuck different women?”

  “She even likes to join.”

  “We can invite her,” Whitney offered with a smile.

  “Maybe another time,” I snorted.

  “Today I have you all to myself?” she asked.

  “For the whole night.”

  “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she replied.

  I smiled, stealing a gnce at her. The eyes seemed to not cast any more magic toward me, but I still avoided looking at her.

  “You know that a man scared of me is a big turn-off?” she asked.

  She could have just been taunting me to use a skill on me again, but it made sense that a man scared to look at her wasn’t exactly the hottest one. I turned to look at her, hoping that I would be able to sense when she started to do something and I would look away in time.

  “Why do they call you the Dragon?” I asked, as her eyes looked quite normal.

  She smirked before she looked away. Without a word from her, a bck mist rose from her shoulders and formed into a lizard with scales, a long tail, and wings. When it was fully formed, it moved its head, looking at me with the same brown eyes. Then it jumped off Whitney’s shoulders, nding on the opposite side, sitting there with its wings folded on its back and its eyes locked on me.

  “Impressed?” Whitney asked.

  “Are you showing off?” I asked, watching a miniature version of a dragon, around the size of a big cat.

  “Does it work?” Whitney asked.

  I snorted, reaching my hand toward the overgrown lizard, but stopped before I touched it. “Can I touch it?” I asked first.

  “Her,” Whitney corrected me. “And you can if you are not scared to lose a few fingers,” she added with a smirk.

  “It’s a weird css for a vampire,” I said, reaching my hand a bit closer to the dragon, but waiting to see if she would let me touch her.

  She moved her snout to nudge my hand. I brushed my fingers higher, between small horns at the top of her head, rubbing the cold scales there.

  “Who said it’s my css?” Whitney asked.

  “It’s not?”

  “Maybe it is.”

  Petting the dragon, I rolled my eyes. Of course she wouldn’t tell me about her css.

  The carriage stopped, and the bck dragon immediately rushed into Whitney, entering her body, turning into mist that crawled on her hand.

  “We arrived,” Whitney said, getting up and opening the door. To leave, she needed to bend slightly, pushing her ass toward me. Her pants clung tightly to her cheeks as she clearly teased me, spending too much time in that position.

  When she finally left, I followed her, stepping out in front of a big house. Looking around, we were in the middle of a forest with nothing else around. The carriage we were riding in was pulled by two centaurs, but steering it was a tall blonde woman who jumped off the front. I recognized her as the one who had been sitting next to Whitney during the tournament.

  “Brisa, can you handle everything?” the Dragon asked, looking at the woman.

  “Yes.”

  “Don't interrupt me unless it's super important,” Whitney said, grabbing my hand and walking toward the house.

  Brisa shot me an unfriendly look, but I ignored her, following her boss.

  “Welcome to the Dragon’s Lair,” Whitney said as we reached the door.

  “Seriously? You call that your house?” I asked, chuckling.

  “It was a joke. And it's not even my home. I just stay here for a few days,” she replied as we entered.

  She pulled me upstairs and through the corridors until she led me into a cozy room, with a rge double bed against one wall, wardrobes along one side, a big window on the other, and a rge seascape painting hanging opposite the bed.

  “That’s my room,” Whitney said.

  “Straight to business?” I asked with a smile.

  “No. First, you’ll tell me who your vampire girlfriend is,” Whitney replied.

  I could have tried to avoid answering her questions, but what was I really supposed to say when the first time she had asked that hadn’t satisfied her? So instead, I decided to distract her and hope that whatever Sage had pnned wouldn’t take long.

  Instead of answering, I stepped closer to Whitney. She was almost my height, but still had to look slightly up for our eyes to meet. I held her gaze despite the risk it carried, then quickly leaned forward, going for a kiss, hoping it would distract her and give me an excuse not to look into her eyes.

  She accepted the kiss, her lips moving against mine as I pulled her body closer to me. When, after a few seconds, she tried to pull away, I followed, continuing to kiss her and stepping forward until she was pressed against one of the walls.

  Pinning her there, I moved my hands to her hips and then up along her sides until one of them reached her breasts, cupping them through her shirt. Just as I had suspected before, they seemed quite rge.

  Whitney let out a moan into my mouth, breaking the kiss. Before I could connect our lips again, she shifted so her face rested in the crook of my neck. For a moment, I worried she was going to bite me, but as she pressed her nose to my skin and sniffed, it seemed she only wanted to take in my scent fully.

  I moved both my hands to her shoulders and gently pushed down. She pulled her face away from my neck, looking up at me, resisting for a moment before letting me guide her down to her knees. Her brown eyes shifted from my face to the bulge in my pants, and she started to unbuckle them.

  I quickly pushed my pants down along with my boxers, not wanting her to accidentally touch the locating stone hidden there. I wasn’t sure if fucking the Dragon was part of Sage’s pn, but at the moment it seemed like the best way to distract her from asking more questions. And… she was hot, so if I could take advantage of the situation, I saw no reason not to.

  My cock jumped in front of her face, hard and ready for her lips. She licked them, watching my shaft up close, leaning in until her breath brushed over my sensitive head. Then she stopped and looked up at me again.

  “Typically, men are scared to put their cock between my sharp fangs,” she said, slowly licking over her teeth as if to show them off.

  “I’m not a typical man,” I replied. “And I already told you. No biting.” Without waiting for her answer, I grabbed her head and pulled her toward me. She smiled, then parted her lips, letting the head of my cock enter and rest on her tongue in the warmth of her mouth.

  I groaned at the pleasant sensation and let go of her head, hoping she would continue on her own. Her tongue circled my tip before she closed her lips around my shaft, the hot embrace of her mouth sliding further up as she took me deeper, swallowing half of my cock.

  Her tongue slid over the underside of my shaft as she reached for my hips, her cold hands settling there. Then she slowly started to pull her mouth off my shaft, her lips brushing over sensitive spots until they stopped at my crown. She sucked, sending a shiver through my body, while at the same time she moved her hands to my cock, wrapping both of them around my length.

  Her chilly fingers twisted and squeezed, rubbing my dick as she kept sucking on my head, her tongue zily tracing circles from time to time. She lifted her brown eyes to my face, and I watched her, mesmerized, as she pleasured my shaft slowly.

  “God, Whitney,” I groaned, overwhelmed by what her mouth and hands were doing to me.

  She let out a soft moan, closing her eyes before pulling one hand away, keeping the other wrapped around the base of my cock. The free hand slid back to my hip, gripping it again. She leaned forward, her gaze fixed somewhere near my groin as she took me deeper into her mouth, until her lips almost touched her own hand. Then she immediately pulled back, stopping once more at my crown.

  She continued to bob her head along my shaft, her tongue brushing the underside as she focused entirely on pleasuring me. Her lips moved faster now, her steady, relentless rhythm pushing me closer and closer to release.

  Watching her, she seemed like she was in a trance, completely devoted to sucking my cock, taking well over half of it each time. Her tongue reached further whenever she paused, licking before she pulled back again, sucking.

  “I’m close,” I groaned as the pressure rapidly built toward release. Whitney kept moving at the same pace, clearly with a goal in mind. When the bliss finally erupted through my cock, it didn’t make her stop. Only when the first spurt of my cum hit her tongue did she pull back, her lips still wrapped around my crown as she grabbed my length with both hands, twisting and licking over every sensitive spot as she worked me through my release, taking my load into her mouth.

  Her brown eyes lifted to my face as I watched her push me over the edge, my whole body tingling from the sensation of her hot mouth. She swallowed everything I gave her, sucking me clean before finally letting my tip slip free.

  “I’m going to be very, very disappointed if you lied and that one time is all you have in you,” Whitney said, still on her knees, holding my cock close to her face.

  “Do I look like I’m going soft?” I asked.

  Her gaze dropped to my shaft as she stroked it with both hands. The grin on her face made her look incredible, her hungry eyes never leaving my cock. She licked her lips, then stuck out her tongue and pressed its soft, warm surface against my tip, giving me one st lick.

  Then she started to rise, standing up in front of me. Our lips met in a kiss immediately as I pinned her body against the wall behind her once more. Her hands were the first to reach for my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. When she dropped it to the ground, I did the same with her shirt, exposing her bck bra, which quickly followed, leaving her body and revealing her rge breasts. They sagged naturally before she pressed them against my chest.

  A shiver ran through my body as I hissed, feeling the stark difference between her and Zoe. Whitney was really cold, not icy, but not warm like a normal person either, while Zoe must have had a naturally hot body temperature thanks to her succubus half.

  “Sorry,” Whitney murmured, breaking the kiss. “But I love a hot body pressed against me.” She reached for her pants and pushed them down, leaving herself just as naked as I was.

  “You’re quite hot too,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss her again, but she dodged my mouth and slipped away beneath my arm, moving toward the bed. She jumped onto it, nding on all fours and wiggling her ass at me, but as I followed, I found myself more focused on her back.

  A rge dragon tattoo covered it, identical to the one she had summoned earlier in the carriage. “Is that the dragon?” I asked, brushing my fingers over the bck lines, wondering whether it was just a tattoo or part of her css.

  The dragon suddenly moved. It didn’t leave her body, but twisted in pce, its head turning to look at me.

  “I was hoping you’d be more interested in something else,” she purred, as the dragon’s tail flicked toward her ass. Her firm cheeks finally grabbed my full attention, along with the pussy below, peeking invitingly between her thighs.

  Stepping closer, my cock leading the way, I grabbed her hips and shifted her into a better position. She moaned even before I touched her with my shaft. When I pressed my tip between her folds, she groaned again.

  “Just fucking fill me,” she demanded, pushing her hips back, her lips sliding over the head of my cock.

  I aligned myself with her opening and slipped inside. We both moved toward each other until my body met her ass, my cock spreading her tight pussy, and we both groaned at the pleasure of joining.

  Gripping her hips firmly, I started to fuck her from behind. Whitney lowered her head, thrusting back into me. She was tight, but so wet that I slid easily through her, her moans growing louder with every thrust.

  As I kept pounding her, I moved one hand to her ass, groping it briefly before giving her a light sp. She moaned louder, clearly enjoying it, so I spanked the other cheek harder, her ass jiggling from the impact.

  We fucked like that for several minutes, the earlier orgasm taking the edge off and letting me st longer, but I wanted to change things. I pulled my cock out, her ass still spping back against me as she thrust.

  She turned her head to look at me, but before she could speak, I flipped her over. The bed was too low to keep standing, so I pushed her forward and followed, kneeling between her spread legs. Her breasts spilled out on either side before I cupped one with my hand, while the other hand guided my cock back inside her.

  I slid in easily, my fingers drifting up to her clit, peeking invitingly at me. Holding my cock deep inside her without moving, spreading her from within, I began rubbing her sensitive pleasure button, watching her body squirm beneath me.

  I increased the pace of my fingers, watching her closely until she suddenly arched her back, letting out a long moan, eyes squeezed shut. Her pussy spasmed around my shaft as she came, her first orgasm triggered by my fingers and my cock filling her.

  She gasped, breathing shakily as her body rexed, but when it seemed the pleasure was fading, I leaned down, kissed her lips, and started fucking her again, now lying on top of her.

  She wrapped her arms around my back, nails scratching my skin as she moaned and writhed beneath me. She seemed too overwhelmed to kiss me back, so I moved my mouth lower, along her jaw and down to her neck.

  She let out a guttural groan, tilting her head back as my mouth touched her skin. I kept thrusting as I brushed my teeth over her neck. Her body trembled, a lewd whimper escaping her as her hands moved to the back of my head, pulling me closer.

  Just as I suspected, she liked that. Encouraged, I bit her gently, nibbling at her neck.

  “Harder!” she groaned, her throat moving against my lips.

  Unsure whether she meant the fucking or the biting, I did both - thrusting faster and pressing my teeth into her skin more firmly.

  Her whole body thrashed, legs kicking up to wrap around me as she cmped down. Her pussy clenched tightly around my cock, but I kept pounding her, biting into her neck.

  Her nails dug into my back as she erupted into another orgasm, far stronger than the previous one. She grew even wetter, my cock slick as I slid through her, the way her body reacted pushing me closer to my own release.

  It felt like she was climaxing endlessly as I kept fucking and biting her, until I finally came too, smming myself as deep as possible and filling her with my cum. I bit her neck hard at the peak of my orgasm, sure there would be bruises left the next day, but that wasn’t my problem.

  We stayed like that, holding each other tightly, trembling as the pleasure slowly faded. When I finally released her neck, she was still whimpering, eyes closed, clinging to me. I kissed her briefly, and only then did she open her eyes to look at me.

  “G-Gods… that… what… I…”

  I chuckled as she struggled to form a coherent sentence.

  “F-Fuck. That vampire girlfriend of yours trained you well,” she finally managed.

  “You have no idea,” I murmured with a smile. I kissed her lips again, then pulled out of her swollen, glistening pussy. I y down beside her, but she immediately shifted, resting her head on the left side of my chest and clinging close.

  We y there for a moment before she moved again, her mouth drifting toward my neck.

  I pressed a finger to her forehead, stopping her. “No biting,” I repeated.

  “After what you did to my neck?” she asked with a smile, then rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to die, but nothing stops me from sniffing.” She leaned in, her cold nose pressing to my skin as she took a deep breath.

  I wondered what she meant by the comment about dying, but I didn’t have time to ask. The door suddenly smmed open, and Brisa, the woman who had spoken with Whitney earlier, stormed into the room.

  “Brisa, I told you not to interrupt me,” Whitney growled, pulling slightly away from me.

  “We’re under attack,” the blonde replied, before the vampire could even finish speaking.

  “What? How?” Whitney gasped, shifting to the edge of the bed naked, leaving me in the middle.

  Brisa raised her eyebrows, looking at me. Whitney followed her gaze, looking at me for a second that seemed really, really long.

  “No, that’s impossible,” Whitney said, focusing again on the blonde.

  “Whitney?” Brisa asked. “Get a grip on yourself.”

  Whitney suddenly leapt at me, pinning one of my hands with her own and the other with her knee, while grabbing my neck with her free hand. She leaned in, her face inches from mine. “How did they locate you?” she growled.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied. Where the fuck was Sage?!

  “We found the locating stone,” Whitney hissed. “So how did they find you without it?”

  “W-What?” I rasped as her grip tightened around my throat. I could have tried to fight, but I doubted I could win against the Dragon, let alone against two women in the room at once. I needed to buy time, but if they had found the stone, Sage wasn’t coming. So who the fuck had attacked the pce? She must have found me some other way.

  “Brisa, you checked him, and he didn't have any locating spells on him,” Whitney said, still holding me pinned to the bed, but looking at the other woman.

  “I checked him… he didn't have anything on him,” the blonde replied.

  “So they didn't find us because of him,” Whitney said, her grip rexing, letting me catch a full breath.

  “I… Maybe. But it’s impossible it’s a coincidence,” Brisa replied.

  “Who is attacking us?”

  “The Bck Lotus.”

  “What?” Whitney gasped, completely letting go of me, sitting in my p, still naked. “They were destroyed centuries ago.”

  “Maybe they created a new organization, or were hiding, or are just pretending. I don't know, they look like them.”

  Whitney turned to look at me, grabbing my chin, making sure I was looking at her. “Do you work for Bck Lotus?” she asked with a cold tone, and something in her eyes, letting me know she was using her magic on me again.

  “I have no idea what that is,” I replied.

  She let go of my chin, suddenly jumping off, nding on the ground, quickly pulling on her clothes. “How many?” she asked.

  “I don't know, but they took over the basement,” Brisa replied.

  “What?” Whitney asked, pulling out a small bag from under the bed. “Fuck!” she gasped, then moved toward the door. “Keep an eye on him,” she added, waving in my direction.

  “You mean torture him or protect him?” Brisa asked, looking at me with hostility, clearly preferring the first option.

  “Interrogate him, but don't hurt him,” Whitney replied, stopping at the door, looking at me. “Unless you find out he’s involved in it,” she added before she left the room.

  Brisa kept her unfriendly look on me, stepping closer.

  “Let me put my clothes on,” I said, shifting to the edge of the bed.

  “The same clothes in which you had the locating stone?” she asked, watching me as I got dressed.

  “Ugh… I don't know what you are talking about,” I replied, trying to look around the room for anything I could use as a weapon.

  “Don't py dumb! Who sent you?!” she asked, her hand reaching for her dagger.

  “I… That was just for safety. And you found it. How would someone find me here?”

  “Maybe I should cut off a few of your fingers, and you will tell me,” she said, stepping closer, pulling her dagger out.

  Someone suddenly grunted by the window. Brisa and I both turned in that direction. A bck ninja rushed forward, moving like a blur. She dodged Brisa’s mana attack and smmed her fist into Brisa’s head. The blonde leaned against the wall, with three shallow cuts on her cheek, the blood already streaming down her face.

  Brisa pushed away from the wall, raising her weapon toward the ninja, who stopped moving at all. The blonde raised her free hand, mana swirling in her palm as she was casting a spell, but before she finished, she suddenly fell to the ground and started shaking in spasms.

  The ninja turned toward me. “Who are you?” she asked in a deep but female voice.

  “I’m working for Sage,” I replied, standing up, recognizing her as one of those who helped to rescue Amber before.

  The ninja rushed at me, pushing me onto the bed and straddling me, suddenly holding a small dagger pressed against my neck.

  “Sage?! That bitch?!” the ninja gasped, pinning me down. “What is she doing here? What do you do for her? Speak or I will kill you!”