Nora's POV
"A deal," Kevin repeats, his voice sharp with disapproval. "Absolutely not. Nora won't be trading away her soul."
Hugo's expression shifts to one of exasperation. "Not that sort of arrangement. She's blood, isn't she? Family looks out for family."
His attention turns to me, those ancient eyes holding something almost vulnerable. "Think of it as an understanding. A simple request between relatives."
"What exactly are you asking me to do?" The question comes out steadier than I feel.
"Before that power surge fades from your system, I need you to weave a concealment spell around me." Hugo brushes an invisible speck from his impeccably tailored sleeve with casual indifference.
"Concealment spell?" My brow furrows in confusion.
"Precisely that," he confirms. "While I've become quite skilled at staying ahead of my brothers and sisters, I'm growing weary of the constant chase."
