Hailee's POV
I stared at him with furrowed brows. Was he really serious… or was this some kind of twisted joke?
"Are you serious right now?" I asked, folding my arms.
He nodded, his expression unreadable but serious. "I'm Dane Blackwell. I keep to my word. Come to the bonfire with me, and I'll grant any request of yours."
I let out a laugh. "So if I said I wanted the head of your father, you'd just hand it over?"
Without missing a beat, he replied, "I'd love to. Is that what you want?"
I froze.
Wait—was he joking? But the look in his eyes told me he wasn't. Not even a little. He meant it. I blinked, suddenly unsure how to respond. "I… I was kidding."
"I wasn't," he said simply.