Wynn listened, aware of the demon blood bond and its origins from the time-before-time. The mating bond of the Immortals and deities and the blood bond of the demons were the two oldest bonds, unbreakable under the Immortal Code and from the laws older than the Code. But he didn't see Darkyn taking a blood bond. The creature that refused to bow down to the Dark One was not going to allow itself to become blood-dependent upon a mate of human origin.
It would be endless torture for Deidre. There was only one creature in any world that deserved to suffer from a blood-bond, and that was past-Death.
"I don't lose deals, Wynn. If I decide not to keep her, I'll kill her," Darkyn finished. "Either way, she will not leave Hell."
"Will you kill her quickly at least?"
"How important is she to you?"
"Not enough for me to consider a deal," Wynn said, aware of where the Dark One was headed. Hell ran off deals, but Wynn's life was already in enough trouble without incurring another debt on behalf of a woman who had no hope of ever escaping Hell.
"For you, Wynn, if I decide to kill her, it'll be slow. You can watch the woman who brings sunshine into every room fade away like the sunset." Darkyn's words were mocking.
Wynn gritted his teeth. He didn't feel the Dark One in his mind, but he was there, reading his weaknesses.
"I hope you can one day see her as I do," Wynn said.
"You have a greater concern," Darkyn reminded him. He slid away.
Silently agreeing, Wynn released the breath he held only after he heard the door close behind Darkyn. His eyes went to the girl in the bed. At least the challenge and its terms were almost fair. What was Wynn, if not a healer?
He pushed Deidre from his mind. His own survival was more important. She was fucked at this point, and he hoped Darkyn killed her. Even if slow, her death would spare her an eternity at the hands of a demon with insatiable bloodlust.