“You touched my thigh,” Phoebe Larsen said.

“Sh*t. Why don’t you try carrying someone without touching their leg? You’ll fall to your death,” Alex Rockefeller said.

“Don’t you have quick healing abilities? If you heal me, I can walk on my own. Why would I need you to carry me?” Phoebe asked.

Alex chuckled coldly. “Are you trying to get me to heal you quickly? Aggressive methods like this won’t work. Last time, I only did it because Cheryl pleaded for you. We haven’t reached that degree of friendship yet. Unless, of course, we make an equivalent exchange,” Alex said.

“An equivalent exchange? What do you want?” Phoebe really did want to experience those magical medical skills once again. She was a doctor herself. On the inside, she already felt great admiration toward Alex’s medical skills. She only opposed him because of her pre-existing biases.

“Your soul, for instance,” Alex said.

“Tsk. I thought you might have said you wanted my body,” Phoebe sighed.

“I’m not interested in you