Padraig nodded and he left to search for the candles George had spoken about.
Darerca was keeping her eyes shut and her body curled in on itself. Patrizio looked the most like the version of her brother in her mind and she couldn't handle that image being shattered.
"Darerca?" Patrizio called, tauntingly. "Would you sell your soul for him?" He moved off the bed and went to stand beside George, his knife flicking up and against George's neck. "Would you do it to save his life?"
After a moment's hesitation, she gritted out, "no."