"First, Tijana is not my master, which is precisely why I'm willing to serve her," Sonam said coldly. "Second, I have no association with this man…"
That wasn't exactly true, for he still hadn't paid off the Cold Iron Longsword. Lancelot thought to himself, but of course, he wouldn't voice that thought.
"You might not have an association with him, but things are not that simple." Another irritating voice rang out, like a crone feigning a little girl's voice, "I've heard that this Knight is the openly declared lover of the pearl of the Stygian River…"
Lancelot lifted his head to look at the source of the voice. The stunning creature hanging upside down from the cobweb-laden ceiling had the lower body of a giant spider and the upper body of a beautiful humanoid female. Thick, elastic strands of silver-white spider silk continuously emerged from the swollen end of her abdomen, slowly bringing her terrifying form closer to the ground.
