His gaze never wavered, as if he could read my every thought.
Then, unexpectedly, he held out a silver contract—its surface gleaming cold and cruel in the fading light.
"Sign this if you want to live."
The paper hit me like a stone dropped into still water. Instinct screamed to back away, but exhaustion pinned me in place.
"What's this?" I asked, voice shaky, buying time as fear clung bitterly to my tongue.
"A deal forged in dark magic. You need my protection. In exchange, you'll owe me something when the time comes," he said with a casual shrug.
"Simple, really."
Simple? No. Dark Fairy contracts were woven from power—ancient, binding, feral. I was born of that power. I was it.
And this Dark Fairy thinks he can bind me?
Fine. I'd make it work for me—and make him regret it later.
Fates are tangled in every deal.
I smirked despite the weight crushing my chest.
"You want a deal?" My voice was sharp, cold.
"Prove your worth first."
