"Why are you giving me this?"
"Do I need a reason to help?"
The words tasted foul in my mouth, a lie I had to force out, but it was necessary. This approach worked best on her type. I needed this fairy to be my ally for the night. It made me sound like a calculating bastard, but it wasn't a bad deal for her, either. She was injured, exhausted, and her striking looks only made her a more visible target. Her situation was several times worse
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