“That is our tale, is it not? You, the tragically heroic Samson, and me, the temptress Delilah, thieving your power?” Malcolm’s gaze narrowed. “You tell me. Delilah took money and land.” “I took nothing from you.” “No,” he said. “You did worse. There was no honorable thievery in your actions. You made a trade for your spoils.” She gasped. “Are you calling me a whore?” “Your words, Sera. Not mine.”
