"I have the legal documents right here," Lucius said smoothly, reaching into his jacket. He withdrew a folder, expensive leather, embossed with the Glimor family crest.
"We just need signatures. Simple formality, really."
He laid the folder on the table between them with casual precision.
"I'll take Elina in three days. That should give everyone sufficient time to prepare for the transition. Pack her belongings, say farewells, ensure the process is as smooth as possible."
Three days.
The words echoed in Selene's mind like death sentence.
Ferick leaned forward eagerly, his hand already reaching for the documents. "Perfect! Three days is—"
"Did you discuss this with me?"
Selene's voice cut through, flat, hard, carrying edge that made even Ferick pause.
He turned to look at her, his expression shifting from greedy anticipation to irritation. "What?"
"Did you," Selene repeated, her green eyes boring into his, "discuss with me before agreeing to hand her over?"
Ferick scoffed.
