“I’m assuming you don’t want him to hear what I have to say to you—don’t worry, I won’t request a...

“I’m assuming you don’t want him to hear what I have to say to you—don’t worry, I won’t request a favor when I erase his memory.”

“Oh, how kind of you,” she mocked, craning her neck to meet his gaze. He was bent over her, his hold on her wrists the only thing keeping her from falling onto her back.

“What liberties you take with my favor, Lady Persephone.” His voice was low—too low for this kind of conversation. It was the voice of a lover—warm and impassioned.