SIGRID

I heard a louder sob behind me.

The girl, who hadn’t made a scene in front of Drusilla, now reeked of fear standing before the danger that was Silas.

“Silas, I asked you a question.” I raised my hands, trying to calm him as I took slow steps toward him.

He didn’t answer. He just stared at her like a wild animal ready to devour its prey.

If I’d had any doubts, they were now gone—Silas wasn’t who he pretended to be.

That submission he showed me was nothing more than a facade.

I remembered