It felt too good to be true.
“What is the catch?” I asked, still guarded.
“I do not need one. You forget, Baevera, you are already at my mercy. I do not need to offer you a deal to get what I want, I just take. So I suggest you stop scrutinizing the gift horse and start talking.”
Damn it, he was right.
I exhaled deeply, and gave a resigned nod. “Very well. My conditions remain the same. First, I want to return home to see my family: I need to put a few things in place there. Second, I want Jolan Kolls banned from being a client of mine. And third, I will not be induced into heat by anyone, no matter what they offer. That is all.”
I braced myself for his mockery and vicious jabs. Instead, his brow furrowed in consideration.
He was actually thinking about my offer?
In what alternate
