Mallory had an hour. Not nearly enough time to critically analyze every way this contract would affect her life. Certainly enough time to iron out some details though. The Fae in front of her stared at her intently, expectantly. Mallory took a breath, steeled her resolve, and met the spirit’s cold, milky eyes. “You’ve told me what I’ll get, what do you get?” If the Fae had eyebrows, one of them would have raised. Then it’s wispy voice made a sound that felt like laughter. “Right to negotiations? I see I’ve made a good choice” Mallory’s lip curled, “We’ll see…”