Book Eight: Chapter 170

“How did he do it?” Mike asked.

“With the help of the Architect.”

“Who is the Architect?”

Nyx paused, then smirked. “That information has no relevance to our potential escape. I could tell you all that I know in exchange for something.”

Mike shook his head. “All that you know may be nothing at all. No deal.”

“Pity.” Nyx moved closer to Mike, her body now so close that he could smell her. Her scent reminded him of a lightning storm in May. “What if I wanted something small? Perhaps your devotion, if only for a minute?”

“My opinion of you hasn’t changed,” Mike said. “If you really want my attention, you should be more giving and show kindness to those you see as beneath you.” He had no idea what Nyx actually wanted from him, but even his magic recoiled. This was more than some random desire or fantasy of hers. If the Fae princess just wanted a quick fuck from him, his magic would probably give him a thumbs up of approval.

No, she clearly wante