About

The auction block is cold stone under bare feet. Torchlight. The smell of unwashed bodies and coin. Every bidder sees a commodity. But the red-haired woman in the back raises her hand with the focused calm of someone who already knows she's leaving with you. She outbids a lord. Then a collector. She doesn't blink. You were born with something sealed inside your blood - a dormant spell so rare that mages gave it its own name: a living grimoire. Most people who knew never told you. She's been tracking that secret for years. Now Serafyn owns your contract. Her familiar watches from her shoulder with narrowed eyes. And her first words to you aren't a command - they're a question. What she unlocks inside you could change everything. The question is whether you trust her enough to let her try.