Claus's jaw clenched, his breath fogging in the chilled air of the chamber. The flickering lights above made shadows dance across his face as he stared at Aiku, who looked far too smug for a man bound in suppressive restraints.
Claus exhaled slowly. "Are you helping me or not?"
Aiku tilted his head, the grin never leaving his face. "Depends," he said smoothly, golden eyes gleaming. "What's in it for me?"
Claus's fingers twitched in restrained irritation. "Isn't it obvious? Your freedom."
Aiku laughed—loud, full-bodied, and maddening. It echoed in the chamber like the chime of a twisted bell. "Oh, detective… I've played this game countless times to know that isn't something you even have to offer."
