“Because that is not the sort of currency my kind deal in. Nor the kind of currency you want, not truly.” I laughed, a savage edge to the sound. “Believe me, demon, if I could summon gold, I would not be risking my life on a rickety boat.” “No . . .” Raksh moved closer, his voice alluring. “If you could summon gold, you would build your mother a castle. Bribe your grandparents to forgive her and set your little brother up with the best education possible.” His eyes locked on mine, the impossible depth of them intoxicating. “Then, guilt assuaged, you would buy a better ship and sail for the
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