Ethan's POV
"Do I need to ask you again? What do you want from me, Ethan?" Elijah's voice was calm, almost amused, but there was an edge to it. The kind that made it clear he already knew the answer.
I forced myself to remain still, to keep my hands from shaking. My heart pounded against my chest, loud enough that I was sure he could hear it. But I couldn't afford to look weak—not now. Not in front of him.
"How much is the cost of Meliza's freedom?" I asked my voice even despite the weight of my words.
Elijah's lips curled into a smirk. He wasn't surprised. He didn't even blink. Instead, he laughed—a deep, rich sound reverberating through his study walls. It wasn't humor. It was something darker.
"Ethan," he said, shaking his head, "Meliza is not for sale."
I clenched my jaw. You knew he would say that. You knew it wouldn't be that easy.