“Do you know what a corpse lily is, Adonis?” He glared at her and didn’t speak. “Don’t make me repeat myself, mortal.” She dropped her glamour and took a threatening step forward. “Yes or no?” Adonis’s eyes widened, and he wiggled away, whimpering, “No.” “Pity. It is a parasitic flower that smells like decaying flesh. I’m sure you’re wondering what this has to do with you. Well, it’s a wager. If you touch any woman without consent, I will turn you into one.”
