You break it, you buy it.
A simple enough concept, and one I generally agree with. But the dark prince wants me to buy the priceless relic I destroyed with my mouth and my hands, reducing me to the role of a toy.
I can’t understand why. He can have just about anyone on their knees, so why is he wasting his time with me?
At least, he doesn’t want the dark magic running in my veins.
Yet.
