“She offered you up as a new dancer,” Sal explained and a weight filled with lead and poison dropped into the pit of my gut. “What?” I gasped. “I told her you were too young but she insisted, said you wanted to help and that you’d always dreamed of dancing for me.
“Well I’ll ask him myself.” She snatched the page from my hand, stuffing it into her bag and walking away from me. I stepped after her, but she called, “Do not follow me, asshole,” and I released a low growl in frustration.
Dark Coercion couldn’t be undone, so it looked like the killer’s helpers were no good for information. The only magic I’d ever heard of breaking a bind like that was Phoenix fire.
Well look at that. How convenient your future queens are Phoenixs fighting dark magic