Estella’s POV:
“Let’s make an agreement,” Darius said suddenly. “If you become the top student representative at the Magic Academy and prove you can hold your own, I’ll give you your freedom back, and I’ll share everything I find about your family. But…”
I narrowed my eyes, already bracing for the part I wouldn’t like.
“...until then, you’ll obey everything I say. One order from me, and you’re out of that Academy before the ink dries on your acceptance letter.”
“And how do I know you’ll keep your word this time?” I crossed my arms.
Darius picked up the fruit knife, slicing his palm. Red poured out of the gash, and I gawked as he handed me the knife.
“Cut your palm. Gently,” he ordered, and when I hesitated, he raised an eyebrow.
With a wince, I nicked it, and he clasped our h
