After several steps from where Silas had spoken with Edris, he paused for a moment, leaning against the wall, letting the torchlight flicker across his face.
His mind ran over every word, every hesitation from Edris. Nothing had been resolved—nothing had been secured.
And yet, he hoped the brothers would name their price soon. But before that time comes, he needed to see her. Selena.
The rogues could be clever, yes, but she… she was his. And if she had been leaning on them, trusting them… he would make sure she remembered who truly mattered.
He walked down the corridor, each step deliberate, his jaw tight with suppressed frustration.
By the time he reached her room, his decision had crystallized: he would speak with her, remind her, manipulate her… and ensure she knew exactly where her loyalty should lie.
Silas knocked once, deliberately slow, then stepped inside without waiting for her reply.
