"A deal? But why and for what, Samuel?" Mathena asked.
The demon just smirked and threw his hands in the air dismissively. He may not be so powerful now, but Mathena could see the resignation and chase away the brittle arrogance, offering the first genuine glimpse of the weak demon. She should remember how cunning and smart the man was. He knew how to play his cards so well that he had managed to convince her before.
"Oh, believe me, Maribel, I’m weary of this suicide mission. I mean, I got tired of recreating myself from the way it was before. I'm exhausted from running. Not to mention being Jasmine’s whipping boy," he confessed, his voice harsh. "My men no longer respect me as they did before because I am not strong enough to fight one." Or maybe I just want to go back to my realm. The
