To Ziv, being something that the lord and master hated was not something to boast about. Why would Malcoda want to be a disappointment in the god's eyes? Why would he choose to be turned from him? Perhaps what everyone said was right. Malcoda had become soft, he'd become weak. He was as domesticated as a pet to humans. What a vile thought indeed. He should have killed Ziv by now, torn out her throat, ended her life. But he stood there, looking down upon her, talking. She could feel his eyes on her body, looking her over, admiring his victory. If she died, then she died with honor, serving her master. When Malcoda died, it wouls be shameful and worthless. He could boast superiority as much as he wanted- she knew the truth.
"Môj rodokmeň," she said softly, drawing in a deep breath before opening her eyes. "Alasucia je môj otec. "