Your Majesty, you owe me dinner

''Hmm…it's a secret.'' Elora pressed a finger to her lips and rose from the chair. Thorn's lips were slightly parted as he glanced at her retreating back.

Then he shook his head with a helpless smile and rose from his chair. 'I'll need my spell book for answers.' Though he had little hope of finding any.

He walked out the door, to see Elora's figure leaning in wait. He moved toward her and she straightened.

''I need to prepare a contract, they will be back.'' She said, her gaze calm as she stared ahead.

Thorn wondered what made her so sure they would be back, but remembering the temptation the dungeon posed, a scoff escaped his lips.

Elora glanced at him briefly, turning in the direction of her study. Since the church came to her, they should be ready for the consequences, but first, it's time to do business. 'I can't let such a potential business partner go to waste.' A sly smile curled her lips.