Men dressed in black swarmed Henry, swiftly binding him with ropes. He made no attempt to resist, his voice calm and even, “What will it take to set Giselle free? Name your price.”

Nathan Jefferson chuckled darkly. “Isn’t it ironic how fortunes reverse? Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?”

He paused, a sinister edge creeping into his tone. “Do you recall how Anya met her end?”

Henry’s gaze snapped to Nathan, his usual composure shattering. “What are you ...