“Oh …” he said with a poignant sigh. “You want your freedom. I should have guessed. You, Ms. Morgan, are more complex than I gave you credit for.” He nodded, his silk-lined suit making a soft whisper as he moved. “Giving me to the I.S. would certainly buy your independence. But you can understand I won’t allow it.” He straightened, becoming all business again. “I’m in the position of offering you something just as good as freedom. Perhaps better. I can arrange for your I.S. contract to be paid off. A loan, if you will. You can work it off over the course of your career with me. I can set you up in a decent establishment, perhaps a small staff.”

My face went cold, then hot. He wanted to buy me. Not noticing my slow anger, he opened a file from his in-box. Pulling a pair of wood-rimmed glasses from an inner pocket, he balanced them on his small nose. I grimaced as he looked me over, clearly seeing past my disguise. He made a small sound before he bent his fair head to read what it contained. “Do you like the beach?” he asked lightly, and I wondered why he was even pretending he needed the glasses to read. “I have a macadamia plantation I have been looking to expand. It’s in the South Seas. You could even pick out the colors for the main house.”

“You can go Turn yourself, Trent,” I said, and he looked up over his glasses, seemingly surprised. It made him look charming, and I forced the thought from me. “If I wanted someone tugging on my leash, I would have stayed with the I.S. Brimstone is grown on those islands. And I might as well be human that close to the sea. I couldn’t even bring up a love charm there.”

“Sun,” he said persuasively as he tucked his glasses away. “Warm sand. Setting your own hours.” He closed the file and put a hand upon it. “You can bring your new friend. Ivy, is it? A Tamwood vampire. Quite a catch.” A wry smile flickered over him.

My temper burned. He thought he could buy me off. The trouble was, I was tempted, and that made me angry with myself. I glared, my hands stiff in my lap.

“Be honest,” Trent said, his long fingers twirling a pencil with a mesmerizing dexterity. “You’re resourceful, perhaps even skilled, but no one eludes the I.S. permanently without help.”

“I have a better way,” I said as I struggled to remain seated. I had nowhere to go until he let me. “I’m going to tie you to a post in the center of the city. I’m going to prove you were involved with your secretary’s death and you’re dealing in Brimstone. I quit my job, Mr. Kalamack, not my morals.”

Ire flickered behind his green eyes, but his face remained calm as he set his pencil back in the cup with a sharp tap. “You can trust me to keep my word. I always keep my word, promises or threats.” His voice seemed to pool on the floor, and I fought the idiotic urge to lift my feet from the carpet. “A businessman has to,” he intoned, “or he won’t be in business very long.”