Hazel shivered with excitement at Phobus’ dangerous words, the girl’s eyes widening ever still. She listened intently. No - she didn’t want peace, she didn’t want to settle down. And if she was foolish? So be it; she hadn’t found any reason not to be Phobus’ definition of foolish. Hazel’s skin shuddered where she had felt Phobus’ muscles rippling. That was definitely a turn-on in itself.
She could barely contain her excitement by the end of Phobus’ speech. “The choice is yours love. If you choose the first, leave. If you choose the second, you’re agreeing to let me have my way with you.”
“I’m not scared of monsters, Phobus . . . rather, I like them.” She purred these words out in a sultry tone, voice and body language dripping sensuality. “Take me, Phobus, I want you to.”

“That’s the price you’re payin’ if you want my magic!”