Malric's Pov

Reyna slammed her palm against the table. "No, no, no, no, we are not doing this! There is no condition, no negotiation. We're not striking any deal with that man!" Her voice echoed across the dimly lit room, fire in her eyes.

Ramon leaned lazily against a cracked pillar, lips curling into a mocking smirk. "And who is she?" he drawled. "She's been talking non-stop. Does she even let you breathe, Malric?"

My jaw tightened. "You should choose your words carefully, Ramon."

He shrugged, still smirking. "I only speak what I see. But I do see a desperate man, one willing to do anything to find someone. You...