The crowd was still buzzing with shock when another voice rang out.
"If we're helping Calista, then count me in too."
Every head turned.
Beatrix Steele stepped forward gracefully, her black gown flowing like liquid shadow. Her presence silenced the murmurs instantly. She moved with the kind of confidence that came from being universally adored.
"I'll join this bet as well," she said calmly, her voice warm but firm. "Same terms. A wish if I win."
The hall erupted again.
"Lady Beatrix too?!"
"This is insane!"
"Four parties now?!"
Nyx's confident smile flickered for just a moment before returning. But her eyes narrowed dangerously.
Jax's heart nearly stopped. His eyes locked onto Beatrix, drinking in every detail.
From across the room, Lyra caught his stare. The old woman's eyes narrowed, and she made a cutting gesture across her throat, mouthing silently: "Don't even think about it."
Jax gulped and looked away quickly.
