Claimed By My Ex's Uncle
“I’ll pay whatever price you name. Gold, blood, my life, anything! Please, save Harley. She’s my everything.”
Sarah met my gaze briefly, something like pity flashing in her eyes, then she nodded her head once.
“Let go, you’re interfering.” She ordered, her voice stern.
I stepped back immediately, my hands curling into fists as she began her work.
Sarah moved with swift precision, chanting under her breath as glowing sigils formed beneath her palms. She sealed the bite marks with a shimmering spell, slowing the bleeding before pulling out vials filled with iridescent liquid.
“Hold her arm,” she ordered.