Gisele stared at me with hungry eyes. She glanced at Myra, then at me again. The blood from the cut I’d inflicted began to travel down the length of my arm. A drop of it fell and splattered on the floor. The witches appeared to be transfixed by it. Slowly, I placed the arm holding the dagger behind my back. Gripping it with my thumb and forefinger, I held up my other three fingers, much like Freya had done earlier, only mine were pointed downward because I had to maintain my grip on the knife.
“I should tell you something, though, before you accept my deal.” I lowered one finger, counting down.
“What’s that?” Gisele asked, narrowing her eyes. I lowered another finger, leaving only my pinkie sticking out.
“My life is already promised to Clan Hakon. If I die today, it’s in service to the
