I scoffed at his response, then slowly pushed myself to my feet, eyeing him as I did.
He watched me in silence, his dark eyes never leaving mine.
“I don’t even know how to get you out,” I admitted. If he couldn’t open it, then how the hell would I?
I studied him for a moment before continuing. “But if I can get you out, I want something far more than that demonic mark can offer.
“You want to be tied to me?” He raised a confused eyebrow.
“I need to,” I corrected.
He laughed a dark sound. “You’ve already promised your soul to another.”
Right. That bloody fae princess. I’d figured out what she wanted, and I wasn’t about to let her get it. Not now. Not ever.
“You help me, I help you,” I said firmly. I had figured out that he wouldn’t kill me—not right away. He might rough me up a bit to scare me, but I wasn’t worried.