“Don’t worry about it,” I assured him, holding up my hand when Leo tried to argue. “Seriously. Rueben and I already have a preset agreement. These books aren’t costing me anything.” The blonde frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “You want me to believe in a magic black market, one where you had to warn me not to talk to anyone on the off chance I accidentally sell my soul to them, that these books are free?” I tried to hold back the smirk. I really did.
