Soren broke out in laughter, throwing his head back. He clutched his chest and shook his head.
I stared at him. What was he trying to pull? I had no idea how to respond to his sudden outburst of laughter.
Slowly, he stopped laughing and sighed. When he looked at me again, his features were composed and professional.
“I’ll help you,” he stated simply. He did not ask for additional favors and he didn’t make more sexual jokes. He didn’t question me further, he just agreed to my terms.
In fact, he didn’t even ask who Helen was.
A pit formed in my stomach. What if he already knew Helen? What if he was using me to get to her?
I didn’t know who she was but I didn’t want to lead a potential threat to her.
Soren’s willingness to help without actually demanding further payment concerned me. Was I giving him everything he wanted?
What if getting his help meant that I was putting Helen and myself in a worse situation?
