I sank back into my seat, a heavy sigh escaping my lips. This negotiation was supposed to be straightforward—a quick exchange, a deal sealed by something as simple as flesh. I'd expected him to bite without hesitation, but I had clearly misjudged him. I'd misjudged everything.
Men with power were predictable—or so I thought. They always craved the same two things: wealth and women. That's why I came here tonight, ready to offer him my body as leverage. If he agreed to stop expanding his company into other countries, I would be his. If he saved the kingdom from danger—an uprising or an invasion—I would give myself to him again. I was prepared to sacrifice everything if it meant securing our survival.
I thought it would be enough. It had to be enough. Most men would have jumped at the chance, drunk on greed and lust. But not him. Faust didn't even flinch. Instead, he kept dragging this conversation on, spinning his web with care.
