Savage
“A kiss. And what do I get in return?”
He looks at me, assessing me. “A first kiss from my mate, willingly given, is worth the very first book in my possession. A book that was written nearly one hundred years ago. A book that was very difficult to find. What do you say, my mate?”
I look at Reagan. “Is he telling the truth?”
“He is,” she says, looking from Asmodeus to me.
I drop the barrier and his eyes flash with excitement. “One kiss, willingly given, and you give me that book, or I’ll kill you. And if I can’t ...” I begin.