April 15th, 1991
Alpha Igor,
You have my gratitude. When I first wrote to you, I was unsure if my words would carry any weight. I knew what I was asking. I knew the history between you and Fabrizio would make my request… delicate.
But you listened. You answered. And now, for the first time in a long while, I feel the weight of choice in my own hands again. Thank you. Truly.
But I must ask one more thing of you—this time not as a woman making a deal, but as a mother. Please. Reconsider what you’ve asked of me in return.
You must know, I never offered my help lightly. I understand the value of what I carry. I understand the power it can lend your cause. I am still willing to give it. All of it. My knowledge. My magic. My bloodline’s legacy, if you wish to use it in your war. But not thi
