We walked back into his office, the heavy mahogany doors clicking shut behind us. Drakon strolled smoothly over to his desk, leaving me standing near the center of the room.
"Look, from the beginning, I did plan to pay," Drakon said, leaning back against the edge of the dark wood and resting his forearms across his chest. "I still plan on it. But you don't need money while you're at the compound. When you work for me, anything you want or need will be provided. Food, clothes, whatever you ask for."
I crossed my arms over the front of my dress, watching him closely. "And my freedom?"
"I only have a few high-stakes operations," he continued, his dark eyes locking onto mine with total seriousness. "If you agree to work for me, complete those missions, and serve as my mercenary, I will free
