Page 4 of Queen’s Sacrifice

I grab the chair that he indicated, flipping it around. Honestly, I’m having trouble focusing on what he’s saying.

Persephone.

I can get Persephone back.

My heart thuds against my ribs, slamming itself with a kind of reckless abandon.

“You give me the address. Then I give you the address. We sort all the money out after we are both satisfied.”

Lazlo’s eyebrows rise in surprise. “Is this Persephone worth so much to you, then?”

I give him a sharklike smile. “You already know that I will skin you and eat your heart if you decide to fuck around with my money. So I feel sure that your little separatist friends will make good on that part. I just hope you realize that your information had better be good, because if not…”

I give a half-hearted shrug.

Lazlo swallows but a second later, he nods tightly. “It is correct.”

I clench my fists, excitement and anticipation tingling across my palms. Soon…

Soon I’ll be able to touch Persephone once again.

Kiss her.

Fuck her.

Possess her.

I cannot wait.