Elias's POV
The room exuded an eerie quietude as Seraphina's words hung in the air like an unspoken curse. Tyler's determination to save Danielle was unwavering, but my gut churned with a gnawing worry. Desperation had a way of blinding even the most resolute souls, and I couldn't shake the fear that he might agree to anything in his quest to free his mate.
I took a step closer to the tarot-covered table, eyeing Seraphina with a wariness that bordered on suspicion. "Let's get the details straight," I interjected, my voice a low, measured growl. "What exactly is the price you're asking for? Is it the sacrifice for the ritual, or is it a debt owed directly to you?"
Seraphina's gaze met mine, and the corners of her lips curled with a sinister amusement. "Ah, the enigmatic Elias," she purre
