“Touch me again, Scourge, and I will demonstrate.” She shrieked; Lothaire smirked. “I knew you when you were pretty.” Her face flashed to her former visage, that of a beautiful Macedonian warrioress. In a contemplative tone, Lothaire asked, “Didn’t I do you when you were pretty?” Another furious shriek, then she was swept away in the tide of their tempest.
