Daniella bowed her head, her pleading gaze sliding toward Ren. This Queen had already done more than she deserved, it was her turn to bear the cost of her past.
Ren wrestled with herself, torn between instinct and reason. She wanted to say no. But in the end, she gave in.
Yet the thought of leaving Daniella alone with Victor? That, she couldn't allow it.
"Go ahead. I'll let you try it," Ren permitted, though she never said she'd let the girl face him alone.
"Thank you, My Queen."
Daniella pointed to the mahogany table. "A spiked stick made of wood… made from the Tree of Life, they say."
They were still in their places.
