Now that the tables had turned somewhat, Damien was more easily able to see the hesitation in Genevieve's eyes. She hid it quite well behind all that anger and resentment toward his kind, but with his words, he had easily put a hole in that proverbial wall of hidden emotion and was able to see deeper into her deceit toward him.

As long as he posed no threat and was defenseless when it came to physical combat, she could not fatally harm him. Even her threat, now more verbal than just a mere act of intimidation, meant nothing. For the moment, he held the upper hand.

"I can tell you that there is one in this very city, and I know the location of two others. However, if you want to know more or even have a chance at obtaining these relics, I believe a barter of sorts should be made."

At this, he reached for the bars and held tight to them, showing off the smooth metal still wrapped around his wrists.