“We are,” Theo replied.
Micitian waved his hand and instead of the small coffee table with pizza, a desk now separated the couch from the chair. A parchment and pen sat on top of the wood surface.
Dario squeezed Theo’s waist.
Theo scented that his mates were nervous. And maybe he should be as well. The journals were full of deals and treaties that the chosen had seen through. Plus Mitch had spent a lot of time sharing his feelings about his sire. Theo felt like he had a pretty good read on the demon god.
Obviously Micitian didn’t know Theo as well. At first, he thought Theo would cry and be afraid in the throne room. Then Micitian expected Theo to kill his brother. The demon god had no clue who Theo truly was.
“How should we start?” Micitian asked.
“I will not kill my brother,” Theo stated.
Dario squeezed his waist as Wylder kissed his cheek.
“Disappointing,” Micitian stated.
Mitch growled but Alek was doing a good job keeping him calm and seated. Theo knew this wasn’t easy for Mitch but they just needed to be there a little longer. And Theo loved having his mate in his natural form. They were already in hell so Theo hoped to talk Mitch into showing them around. He at least wanted to see Mitch’s house since he’d only gotten a look from a video call before.
“It might be disappointing to you but I won’t budge on this,” Theo said firmly.
“What do you expect me to do with him here?” Micitian questioned.
That wasn’t really Theo’s problem but he couldn’t say that. Micitian would probably send Bramley after Theo just for revenge. “You’ll keep him in hell. Permanently. You will ensure that he doesn’t come after us.”
“You think I have that power?” Micitian replied.
“I know you do.” Theo interlocked his fingers, setting his hands on the desk in front of him.
“Why would I do that for you?” Micitian asked.
“Because you will siphon off his magic for your own needs,” Theo said.
Micitian sent a glare toward Mitch before returning his attention to Theo. “Agreed.”
Score one.
“Next,” Micitian said.
Theo knew it wouldn’t be as simple as that. He was prepared. “You want to help train me?”
The demon god couldn’t control his excitement. “I could help.”
“I will come to you for one day every three months for you to train me in magic and magic only,” Theo offered.
Micitian scowled.
“I get to pick the topic of each session. I do not want to use unseelie magic to harm others,” Theo added. “And I get veto rights if I think you’re trying to manipulate me.”
“Once every three months?” Micitian picked that point, which was what Theo had figured. “Once a week.”
Negotiating this Theo was willing to do. He did want to learn magic. He’d still practice with Seb but it wouldn’t hurt to get a different perspective. “Once every two months,” Theo offered.
“Once a month!” Micitian said quickly.
“Agreed!” Theo said. He’d gotten his way.
Micitian slammed his hand down on the parchment in front of him. He signed the bottom with a flourish before shoving the paper toward Theo. Theo signed as well.
