He just tilted his head with a small smirk. “You don’t understand, Cherry, my job's practically a suicide mission every day.”
If he agreed to do what I needed, it would be like signing his immediate death warrant.
His expression softened, voice dropping just for me.
“But I’ve never once thought someone was worth dying for—until you.” That cut through all the walls I had built around myself since my mother died. The thought alone terrifies me that somebody else could die because of me.
There was no hesitation in his voice, no cocky grin to soften the blow. He fully meant it.
I took his hand in mine, holding back the tears threatening to escape.
“This is cosy and all, but firstly, I’m not helping you with whatever the fuck it is you need, and Ronan, relationships are forbidden.” Well, he’s blunt.
And grumpy.
Ronan just waved him off, never once looking away from me as his thumb brushed against my hand and tingles spread up my arm.
“Tell me what you need, Cherry.”
I took a deep breath, ignoring the feeling of Keiran's stare burning in the side of my head and straightened up.
“Malrik went to get some ingredients for a spell.”
“Okay.” He said, waiting for me to carry on.
“My magic was bound years ago, making it weak, and I need to break it, so Malrik is getting what I need to do that. The only problem is, I need to get the last ingredient for it to work.” Kieran walked over. Now, he was interested but still looked pissed.
Hangovers are probably unpleasant.
“That doesn’t sound too hard,” Ronan said, looking down at me.
Kieran didn’t blink. “What’s the ingredient?”
“Thought you didn’t want to help?” Ronan asked him with a raise of his brow, and Kieran shrugged.
“I don’t, just nosey.”
I bit my lip. “The last ingredient is the blood of a living relative.”
“Do you have any?” Ronan asked curiously.
I bite my lip nervously. “I have a grandmother.”
Ronan clapped, and Kieran shoved him because it was so loud.
“Easy enough, we just go and see her, ask for a donation and bam, we can unlock your powers.”
He’s not even asked why they need unlocking. And I doubt he will feel this happy once I tell him it won’t be that simple.
Kieran just watched me, eyes sharp, taking in every flicker of emotion crossing my face. The faint crease between his brows deepened as he studied me, focused.
“Who's your grandmother?”
Rip off the Band-Aid, Ravena.
I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to see their reaction.
“My grandmother is Vespera, the queen of Velmore.”
