Liora waited for them at the edge of a clearing three miles from camp, her silver cloak catching what little moonlight filtered through the canopy, exactly as unbothered as she’d been the first time Amara had encountered her.
“Damian Blackwood,” she said, inclining her head. “I wondered how long it would take you to come find me instead of the other way around.”
“You know why I’m here.”
“I know you want something only I can give you.” Her gaze slid to Elias and Callan, standing a careful distance back. “And I know your friends here already made the offer generous enough that I didn’t need to negotiate much. Which almost takes the fun out of it.”
Damian’s patience, already worn thin by exhaustion, frayed further. “Where is she.”
“Direct. I appreciate that in a man who’s about to owe me
