Drake gave Sapphire a stern look, but she remained unfazed. She approached the bed, delicately taking hold of Emily's hand. It felt so frail and almost devoid of life.
Sapphire sighed, gently releasing her grip and returning to her seat. Drake's expression mirrored his pain, causing Sapphire to wonder if he truly loved someone destined for another. Was this how her mother had felt? She pushed the thought aside.
"If you genuinely desire her for yourself, as I mentioned earlier, you must heed my advice," Sapphire told Drake.
"I'm listening," he replied.
"She needs to complete the ritual," Sapphire stated.
"Why? So she can successfully break Garrett's curse?" Drake snapped at her.
"Yes," Sapphire confirmed.
"Why on earth would I allow that?" Drake boomed.
"Can we discuss this outside? It's unsafe to converse in this room in case she wakes up or is pretending to be asleep," Sapphire suggested, rising from her seat.
"I'm not leaving her alone!"
"She is too weak to move even an inch, can't
