His silence gave her a push. Dancing around the subject wasn’t going to work with him. Sometimes the vagueness endeared people, but apparently not gods.
“He works for hell. Made a bad deal at a crossroads and now he’s paying for it. But with other people’s lives.”
Maybe the blunt truth could persuade him. Not that he might care about innocent people being used as casino chips but he might appreciate the honesty. Too many times had she been caught in lies with him. A long time ago Margot learned it was null to lie to him.
“Obviously, there is going to be something in it for you.”
She eyed his beer. Jealous of that little trick he had.
“Ah, yes. And what benefit would I reap from this
brief moment of charity?”
Loki took another sip of the beer. It was tasting a little bland now, probably because he’d gotten used to the taste. It was funny how humans liked to draw things out, but he supposed that it was their way of adding a more dramatic flair to their messages. It was a subtle technique, and he had to give her credit for her effort.
She did mention a crossroads deal, and if he remembered correctly, crossroads demons were quite clever at creating hidden loopholes. Whoever had a debt with the demon was most likely doomed, no matter how many souls he reaped.
