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Eighty Nine

*Rafe*

I was still unnerved by the fact that my thoughts were not safe but I tried not to let it show. Sersia wasn't fooled because her smile widened at my confusion, her expression almost pitying. "I have my reasons for being here, reasons that are none of your concern. Now, do you want me to save your precious lady or not?"

"Yes." I answered frustratingly.

"And you do know that...with every favor, comes a price?" That infuriating smile was back on her face. She knew that she had us where she wanted us and she was enjoying it. What could she possibly ask from me?

I swallowed hard, pushing down my pride and the countless questions burning on my tongue. There would be time for answers later, after Freya was safe.

"Yes," I said hoarsely, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, save her. I'll do anything."

The witch's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she turned back to Freya, her gnarled hands hovering over my lady's body.

"Anything," she repeated softly, the word hangi