CALEB'S POV
I strolled down the hall, my golden cup filled with wine in hand. Agatha was one tough witch; nothing shook her, not even my threats.
"Your Highness, are you sure of the step you want to make?” John, my dead father's royal guard, spoke. His voice was firm, yet it oozed fear because he knew what I'd do to him if he messed up anything.
“Do not question your king. Open the door,” I said calmly.
He picked some keys and opened the iron bars where I had chained Agatha. I wouldn't let her go, even after Lira's threats. I can't let go of Aurora. She has to be mine.
“You are not getting any information from me till you do what every mortal has done—a valuable for the truth you seek,” Agatha hissed, her face against the wall.
“I cannot give my soul, old woman, but what if I gave y
