“This is quite the deal you’ve constructed. You should try your hand at being a Demon.”

The scruffy man across the table from me laughed in a tired way. “A tempting idea, but not one I’m interested in, ma’am.”

“Sylana. No need for such formalities. You’re certain this is what you want?”

He shook his head, sadness behind the exhaustion. “I’m not certain of much these days, ma...Sylana. I got associates I thought was friends. They think I don’t know what they gots planned for me. They ain’t too good at keepin’ their voices down when they been drinkin’ and think they’s alone.” His laugh held no humor.