ALARIC POV
A price.
Of course there was a f*****g price.
The only real question was how much—and how fast I could put it on the table before I lost whatever little time I still had.
I held Mr. Red’s gaze and didn’t give him a damn thing, not a flicker, not a reaction, not even the satisfaction of a shift in my posture, because men like him didn’t ask questions unless they already knew half the answer and were just waiting for you to fill in the rest.
I wasn’t going to.
Not him.
Not anyone.
Not when Aria was out there and every second I stood still felt like I was already failing her.
“Money is not a problem,” I said, my voice low, rough, my canines already pressing forward without me bothering to hide it. “Just give me a number.”
And I meant it.
I would have emptied every accoun
