SIENNA’S POV

“Yeah, we have to sell it,” Luther said, his voice calm but firm, like he was stating an unshakable law of the universe.

I blinked at him, still adjusting to the absurdity of what we were about to do.

“Sell it?” I repeated, eyebrows shooting toward the ceiling. “You mean… act like…” My voice trailed off.

He nodded, just slightly, but enough to make my stomach curl into knots. “Exactly. Cosette has to believe the ritual is… convincing. Everything has to ...