"Name your price," Nicholas said immediately.
Silas's smile widened. "Ah, but that's where things get interesting, isn't it? You see, the witch you're looking for, the one who gave your father that prophecy, she's not just hiding. She's been actively avoiding being found. By anyone. For seven years."
"Why?" Sebastian demanded.
"Because the last time she gave a prophecy to someone as powerful as your family, things went rather badly for everyone involved." Silas stood and walked to the windows, his hands clasped behind his back. "She's paranoid. Careful. And she's built protections around herself that make her nearly impossible to locate through conventional means."
"Nearly impossible," Nicholas repeated. "But not completely."
"Correct." Silas turned to face them. "I can tell you where she is. I can even tell you how to get past her wards. But my services do not come cheap, gentlemen."
"We already said we'll pay whatever you ask," Sebastian said.
