Chapter 34: The Devil’s Price

I hated the way Nicholas Vale watched me, like I was already caught in his web.

I kept my face blank. I'd dealt with men like him before—men who thrived on power plays and psychological warfare. The trick was never letting them see you sweat.

"You haven't answered my question," I said coolly. "What does Liam want from you?"

Vale chuckled, setting his glass down. "He didn't tell you? Now, that's interesting. I assumed he trusted you more than that."

I refused to react. Liam didn't tell me anything, and that in itself was a problem.

"So, let me guess," Vale continued, studying me like a puzzle he was about to solve. "Liam sends you in, hoping your pretty face and sharp tongue will get me to talk. But you're just as in the dark as I am entertained."

I leaned forward, matching his smirk with one of my own. "If I were you, I'd be less focused on my face and more focused on what happens if you say no."

His expression flickered—just for a second. Then he laughed, rich and deep.

"Oh, I like you, Celeste." His fingers drummed against the table. "Fine. Let's play a game. I'll tell you what Liam wants—but you have to give me something in return."

A slow, sinking feeling twisted in my stomach.

"What do you want?" I asked.

His smirk sharpened like a blade. "Information. About you."

Every instinct screamed danger.

Vale was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them. If he was interested in me, it wasn't for small talk.

"Pass," I said immediately.

His eyes darkened. "Then this conversation is over."

I exhaled slowly. Liam needed this information. And if I left empty-handed, it would only put me in more danger.

"One question," I countered. "You get to ask one thing about me. That's my price."

Vale smiled like a predator who just found a weak spot.

"Deal."

He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper.

"Tell me, Celeste—what's the real reason you're working for Liam Kingston?"

And just like that, I knew I'd made a deal with the devil.