Elena stood her ground, her gaze locked with Tay's. The air between them was tense, charged with the weight of the negotiation. She could feel Dracania's presence humming in the back of her mind, the dragon's unease mirroring her own. But she had no choice. If she wanted to survive and protect her family, she had to convince this demon to help her.
"You must be interested in something," Elena repeated, her voice steady despite the trembling in her hands. "Something you need or have always wished for. If it’s in my power, I’ll grant it to you in exchange for my freedom and a safe return home. Please."
Tay looked at her with a puzzled expression, as if trying to decipher the depths of her desperation. After a moment, he waved his hand dismissively. "Go, run! We had such a good time before
