“Wait!” I called just as he was about to walk out the door. “Yes?” He inquired over his shoulder. “What are you getting out of this? I mean, what do I owe you?” I asked, remembering he’d never revealed just why he was doing this. He chuckled disarmingly. “It’s too late for that, Monsoon. You showed me your cards without asking me to show mine. I take what I want, when I want it. I don’t reveal my secrets for nothing in return, and no matter what I want from you, you won’t be able to stop me from taking it even if I was to tell you what it is. So, really, there’s no point in you knowing. Just be ready to deliver, when I demand,” he declared with smoldering eyes.