Do We Have A Deal?

Rowena POV

Over the centuries, I have seen my fair share of gore, death, and bloodshed. I have also been the one ripping enemies apart, piece by piece, and enjoyed their screams and cries. However, seeing Dajjal’s ripped head on my Persian carpet, somehow startled me more than I thought possible. Bile rose in my throat, and I glared at Verena, who was still sitting, her long legs crossed comfortably at one of the large lounge chairs.

“Where are your manners????” she asked.

Trying to compose myself, I retorted "What the hell are you talking about???”

"Are you not going to offer me a drink??? Isn’t that the custom, here in your realm???"

I did not know what to say. Even though I could not read her aura or her scent, I could sense her power. It was tremendous! I had to play this safe and evaluate all my options. My hands were shaking, and I was still looking at Dajjal’s eyes and his ripped off head. “Very well, far be it from me, to be a bad hostess!” So, I poured her a glass. She no