C50 Chapter Fifty

The man took a slow sip of his brandy, savoring the flavor before responding, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. “In return,” he said slowly, his voice smooth and calm, “I require a favor. A favor that will not be easy, but it is necessary.”

Ariana felt a chill run down her spine. “What kind of favor?” she asked, her voice steady despite the unease she felt