An Agreement

[Mykel’s POV]

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!" I roared, attempting to jump across the table at the bastard for even thinking that I would go along with his ridiculous plan.

"Mykel," Gramps murmured, clamping a hand on my shoulder and holding me in place. "Haven’t you caused enough trouble?"

"Are you suggesting I sit here and go along with this bullshit?" I demanded.

I didn’t give a damn if this was supposed to be a meeting to negotiate after what I did. How in the hell did he even think that I would let him take Amya after I killed his men to protect her? Both of the old coots were full of it.

"Are you refusing my request?" Theodore asked, remaining unphased by my outburst. "You do know that if we are not with you, then we are against you, correct?"

"I’m pretty sure I know how this works." I responded in annoyance. "Name a different price. Amya isn’t a fucking pawn for peace. "

Beside me, I could feel Amya’s shocked gaze come to rest on me.

"What?" I asked in surprise. "Haven’t I already told y