Levi's POV
"Fine," I said quietly, my chest tight. "Let's do it."
Louis looked at me sharply, his eyes wide. "Levi, are you serious? If Olivia finds out?"
"She'll hate us," I finished for him. "Yeah, I know. But I'd rather she hate me and live… than die loving him."
Louis didn't speak. He just looked away, his jaw clenched.
The sorcerer nodded slightly, stepping closer. "Where is she?"
"She's asleep," Louis said.
"Good," the sorcerer replied. "Then we keep her that way until the ritual is done."
He reached into his robe and pulled out a small glass vial filled with golden liquid. It shimmered faintly under the light.
"What's that?" I asked, the sweet smell already filling the air.
