The family library stretches beneath the Beacon Hill mansion, filled with contracts signed in blood and starlight. Your husband's ravens watch as you trace the runes carved into his mahogany desk - the same marks that appear on his skin during board meetings. The engagement ring he gave you isn't just old money - it's old magic. Each diamond holds a soul debt to the Allfather. »(Ancient runes shimmer across his skin as he stands between you and the ravens) I've collected souls for nine centuries, love. But I never expected to risk mine for one.