"I don't know. I really don't know."
The words just seem to hang in the air, heavy with weight, almost choking.
It is as if the dark dungeon walls are closing in on me as my mind finalizes the weight of our situation.
The others are staring at me, their eyes drilling into me for some sort of answer, a decision that would somehow change everything.
Only I don't have one. The very thought of agreeing to the terms of that man makes my skin crawl, and yet… the desperation in our situation is simply not to be denied.
"No," I whisper, shaking my head. "We can't… I can't do this.
The triplets exchange a glance, their faces filled with a mixture of pain and uncertainty. Damien steps forward, frustration and sorrow etched on his face.
"Serafine, we gotta think this through," he says in a lo
