"Why are you doing this?" Silas asked her with furrowed brows. "I thought you were a slave that escaped them. Why would you willingly help them?"
Lilura looked at Silas but said nothing.
A smile formed on her face, then it grew into a wild, maniacal laughter.
"Really? You still think I was an escapee?" Lilura asked, her laughter calming to a sly smile. "You actually think the blackout that occurred in the city that day was a coincidence?"
Silas's eyes widened in realization.
"Yes, you have all been playing in my palm since the start," she said, raising her palm.
"Everything played out exactly as I wanted."
Silas looked at her, veins popping on his forehead.
"So, Michael, what happened to him?" He asked.
"Oh, that boy," she said with a sigh.
"I would not have killed him, but he felt he could play smart."
As she said this, her eyes flicked through the room.
