Trogvir’s scarlet eyes narrowed, assessing Hector's desperation. "And what makes you think a 'myth' like me would bother with the affairs of those who demonized my kind? What's in it for the 'dangerously unpredictable'?" His words dripped with sarcasm, cutting through Hector’s panic with a chilling clarity. "Because the last time my kind helped yours, we were rewarded with ostracization and suspicion." Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping . com.
"Gold! Power! Whatever you want, within reason!" Hector pleaded, stepping closer, his hands clasped. "But more than that, Trogvir, it's survival! We have no choice! None! It's either that or we condemn our entire families to oblivion. Do you understand? Oblivion! There's no other option. We find a hunter, and we pray to whatever gods are listening that they can track Nott down before Lyra even gets a whisper of what's truly happened. This... this is your chance to prove your worth. To make them remember why they needed you in the first place."
Trogvir held Hector's gaze, a long, heavy silence settling in the cramped room. He looked at the gaping hole in the floor, then back at the two frantic fae before him. They were terrified, truly terrified. And that, he decided, was something he could work with. "Oblivion," Trogvir repeated slowly, the word rolling off his tongue with a certain grim satisfaction. "A strong motivator. Very well. Tell me everything you know about this… Nott. And be prepared to pay a price beyond gold for this, Hector. Because if I track her, she will be contained. And you will owe me a debt your 'higher ups' will despise." Read the latest chapters at novelping(.)com.