You Claimed My Female?

VALENTINA

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The Bargainer was a hard breed to find, and even harder to make a trade with.

That was what Rowan had said, so my high expectation and cold disappointment were justified.

I had expected more, 'more', and I meant that in every sense of the word. 

The Bargainer was a boy, or at least he looked like it. A boy of about 12, dressed in a blue short-sleeve shirt and a pair of black pants. 

There were some distinctive features about him though. Like his eyes. They were as black as an abyss, his blinking was like that of a frog, and his long pointed ears should get a show in the circus from how many movements they made in seconds. 

I was disgusted the most by his cold tongue as it slithered on the back of my palm. If I didn't have a dagger to my throat, I would have killed him minutes ago.