The contract offer from Morcant was spread out all over the table. She’d taken to sketching again as she tried to decide what to do about it.It was impressive.But Ramsey’s words were stuck in her mind. Getting caught in a crossfire wasn’t her idea of a good time. The moment Morcant realized she wasn’t going to be the right bait, he’d leave her to wither and die without a second thought. A contract was only as good as the marketing backing it.She looked through the spy hole in the door, surprised to see the drummer of Toxsin standing on the other side.“Morning,” Drake said as she opened the door.“Hi.”He had warm brown eyes with amber flecks, and a square chin. He was thick through the shoulders and sported a leather jacket made from a deep, port-wine-colored leather.“Voodoo doughnuts,” he said.“Excuse me?” Jewel asked, trying to decide what he was getting at.“I understand you were denied your prize yesterday. Drake is here to help you bring it in.”She smiled.
