Nathan looked to the incubus and saw the same pleading resolve.
“Nathan, please,” Sasha said, a warm hand grabbing his bicep and squeezing. “All of us together…we can do this. If it’s a trick then he doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.” Sasha turned angry blue eyes on the sidhe.
“Don’t think you’re so above this, Nathan,” the sidhe said. “You made a deal with my Messenger once before and I held up my end of the bargain. Now I’m giving you another chance. Mutual satisfaction, that’s all. No catch. Anything that may or may not happen outside of the terms is entirely up to the three of you.” He grinned as he said that and Nathan hated that it made him doubt even more and yet it also made him want to prove the bastard wrong.
The sidhe stood abruptly, and as he did so he shifted once again into the redheaded woman in the classy black dress. She smoothed out her skirt then placed a hand coyly on her hip.