He uncuffs me. I stand up. I look at them. They're worth protecting. I would gladly do anything to protect them. Even sell for my life. I would sink to this low to protect him.

"I'll do anything. I will do the spell." I say.

"Trust here is hard to earn lads. I don't trust that your friends will allow you to do this. I need reassurance." He speaks. 

He cuts his hand. He writes with his blood. He writes runes on his hand. 

"Callum no!" Ralya yells.

Those runes, I've read about this before.

"In all your reading boy, ever heard about a Blood Oath?" He smirks. 

"A Blood Oath can never be broken. If you break it, it's a fate worse than death." I say.

He nods.

"Do this for me, swear it and I will make sure your friends get the VIP treatment." He says.

I take the dagger. Rayla's voice becomes muddled. I slice my hand. I do the runes. I take his hand. Our hands glow red.

"Callum, do ye swear to perform this one spell?" He asks.

"I swear." The runes grow on my hand. 

"Do ye swear not to run?" He asks.

"I swear." I nod.

Our hands break. The runes tie into my hands. I look at him. He wraps his arm around my shoulders.

"Untie them Deadwood." He instructs. Deadwood nods. 

There handcuffs come off. Finnigren bring me to his office.

"How about we discuss the exact spell he used?" Finnegrin smiles at me.