*Benjamin*
Jareth leads me back to the table. “I need you to explain,” he says through gritted teeth. “That wasn’t part of my deal with Delilah.”
“I told her,” I admit, but I want to soften the blow. “After. I didn’t realize the terms of your agreement.”
He’s angry, but he tries not to let it show as he goes to his desk and comes back with a bottle of whisky.
“Enjoy my mate?” he asks, taking the seat across the table from me. “Must have been bad since you don’t want me to die.”
I sigh and rub my forehead. There’s no safe answer. I can’t lie and tell him it was horrible. It would offend him. But I certainly can’t tell him the truth- that it was as amazing as it always was and left me longing for more. “I care about her. I don’t want her to feel that pain.”
“What happened
