Agent of Change by Christen Stovall & Jennifer Sanders

Author:Christen Stovall & Jennifer Sanders
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Boundless Fantasy
Published: 2022-05-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Honest Negotiations

The Unseelie Fae regarded Quinn with unveiled appreciation. “Alone at last, pretty one.” She gestured toward the cuffs. “Now be a good little mortal and put those on.”

A month ago—hell, a fortnight ago, Quinn would have seduced the creature in exchange for his freedom and chalked it up to an interesting interlude. But being near Constance again had reminded him of the things he’d used to want, and this Fae left him cold. At the same time, he was acutely aware that the Unseelie had used Constance against him once, and he would have to be very careful not to let that happen again—nor would he leave her to Alex’s tender mercies.

His lips thinned as memories of Sarajevo crowded in; but Constance was depending on him, so Quinn took a shaky breath and manacled himself. He held out his arms to show the Fae. “I ask you to let the woman go,” he replied, entirely truthfully. “She has nothing to do with my breaking your law.”

“What would I get in return?” she asked, gaze sliding up and down Quinn lasciviously.

He let his voice soften, just a little. “What would you ask?”

A shudder of pleasure and the Fae batted her eyes at him, an inner lid shutting a second before her darkly-lashed outer eyelid closed and opened again. “Perhaps a bath for you. Such enticing flesh ought not be hidden beneath so much dirt and clothing.”

Quinn’s gaze drifted over her deliberately. “That seems a very small price to pay.”

“I did not say that was the price, but negotiations should be conducted civilly,” the Fae replied. “Don’t you agree, pretty one?”

“Very well. Here?” He’d let her watch, if that was all she wanted.

An indulgent laugh. “Such eagerness. No, in a proper setting.” The Unseelie made a noise and licked her lips as though she was tasting something delicious. She raised a single arched and graceful brow and the door to Quinn’s cell swung open. “Come along, pretty one,” she said, taking a step to the side and gesturing as if she were inviting him to join her for afternoon tea.

He thought he had her measure: she wanted him, yes, but more to the point, she wanted him pliant. He could do pliant, at least for now. Quinn offered her his arm in the same spirit as she’d beckoned to him. “Lead the way.”

The Unseelie led him from the prison and deeper into a labyrinth of corridors that slowly became more refined and opulent. She stopped in front of a glimmering black door that tapered to a point at the top. Here she touched his manacles and the chain that ran from one cuff to the other lengthened and turned from metal to something that looked and felt like silk. “One of the bathing chambers, pretty one.”

“So it is,” he agreed, and went inside.

To his surprise, she did not follow him. Instead she lingered on the threshold, watching him as he moved deeper into the room. “There are perfumed oils, and when you’re finished, appropriate garments will be provided.

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