Cian's sigh hung in the air as he spoke, his tone tinged with a mixture of exasperation and something else that Freya couldn't quite place. "Let me guess, you're planning to offer me your body for a limited time, but that's where it ends, isn't it? You're claiming that you'll give me your soul too, but it's just empty words. What you're suggesting is nothing more than a form of prostitution."
Freya stumbled over her words, uncertainty clouding her thoughts as she tried to respond. "Uhmm... I..."
Cian's gaze remained steady, cutting through her attempt at explanation. "What you're thinking right now is to offer me what you assume I want, in exchange for what you perceive as a debt owed for my actions. But have you truly considered what I've done for you?"
"Y-You saved me—"
Cian's interruption was swift. "I didn't save you. It was Maya who saved you. I just happened to be Maya's leader."
