Altamash's POV
I leaned back on the sofa and placed my ankle on the knee of my opposite leg as I contemplated her words. "I'll allow you to help me, but on one condition," she raised an eyebrow in question, "I'm not a kind and generous man so I'll obviously need something in return for the experience you'll gain."
Pursing her lips she folded her arms across her chest, as she took my words in. It was clear from her demeanour that she was not excited about it. "What do you want?"
I leaned forward, as I made sure to look directly into her eyes that glittered with her fiestiness. "I want you to take me with you when you go to the airport to get Muqeet."
"No." the answer was instant, and her tone suggested that there was nothing I could do to change her mind. Her word was final, she watched me intently as she sat on the sofa, her back ramrod straight and her hands clutching the sofa tightly.
