"He's meeting my price," Samandriel said, letting out a slow breath. "I told him he could have one day of my time, but there was only one thing that would be acceptable to pay for it."
Almost reluctantly, the young angel handed the picture to Mitchell. He'd seen Samandriel's sister borrow his vessel. He had to know what was in that bottle without having it spelled out for him, and even so, Mitchell knew the price Samandriel had named anyway. He might've forgotten, but he had ben told.