Sobek's gaze bore into hers, taking in the fearlessness and avarice. He could believe her sincerity. His host didn't want to believe what she was saying. This wasn't the woman he'd known back on Stacy, but a poisonous corner of his mind had to wonder how well he knew her, despite sharing her body for awhile. Did he even know her that well in the first place? No, she didn't mean this-

It didn't matter what Daniel thought. Sobek had no intention of changing his plans for vessel. He would be dead before he hit the floor and Sobek would have his rightful host.

Sobek didn't quite smile. She had spirit to make these demands. What would have normally been insolence was the faint spark of something greater inside, beyond mere, pitiful human defiance. She was more God than slave, a light that shouldn't be wasted on a mere slave body and mind. He would ensure it went to better use, a greater purpose. "I may allow it," Sobek said, releasing her and looking pointedly at the bath. Would she carry out her duties or not? "You should have been born one of us. You were put in the wrong body."