Thursday: Lie

It hangs over them like the sword of Damocles.  "I fear your hopes are for now in vain, my lord."  Their lives depend on his hopes, on her ability to tell him future truth.  This truth, officially concealed fills Prue with gnawing fear.  She is vulnerable while the lie goes unchallenged, not least because he could so easily throw her away.   "What am I worth to you?" she whispers. Her remaining mortal pride is irrelevant. The demon's brutal assessment may scare her less than the soothing white lie his humanity would offer.