She growled like a chained dog - but worse of all, every word coming out of his mouth proved that he was the best man for the job. He was smart, resourceful, and clever. Who else would think that far ahead and deny the amount she was already willing to give him?

There was no choice. It had to be him.

Revenge would be next on her to-do list once she was cured.

"Just promising it won't be magically binding." She grunted, trying to get back up. She clearly couldn't rely on her arms, needing to put all the weight on her legs, whatever they were. "Have the entire damned thing written down... and once I give a drop of my blood... that is how you make a witch's contract."