Loki Laufeyson of Bifrost sprawled before her, one long leg crossed over the other. Cloaked in a aura of power and dominance that seemed to consume the room. A dangerous smirk danced over his god-like features. His shoulder length inky hair that Thea had seen on countless TV screen's, magazines, and documents was thoughtlessly thrown over one sleek shoulder. Everything about him screamed dominance, sex, and danger. "You're mine." Don't make a deal with the devil. Or the God of chaos. Loki may have saved Thea Satica's life from a fatal car crash but the cost has come back to haunt her. Her immortal soul now belongs to Loki and he's come to collect.