Liana’s POV“Anything,” I said, as I forced myself to look down slightly, so I didn’t stare too long at her ghostly face.Morgana’s grin widened, slow and pleased, like an evil witch from a children’s book who just found a child wandering alone in the woods.She lifted her chin slightly.“Are you truly willing to do anything?” she asked, her voice smooth and clear, not hiding the fact that she already knew the answer.My fingers tightened against the floor. “Yes.”Her smile stretched even more, showing small, sharp teeth in a neat row. She looked delighted…not kind, not curious, just amused in a way that made my stomach twist.“Good,” she said softly. “I like when they don’t pretend.”She floated back just an inch, enough to look down at me fully.“What I want in return,” she continued, “is simple.”The cavern fell completely silent.“One.” She held up a claw. “A drop of your blood every half moon, for a full year. I will drink it from your veins. You will come here, alone, and bare y
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