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 Lucrecia’s words about his defiance; surviving so many years in the hands of that maniac wasn’t something a weak slave could do.

Not only was his spirit strong despite the wounds on his soul, but the cursed power within him was... terrifying.

“I’m talking to you, Silas. What are you doing here? I told you to look at me. Look at me, damn it!” My anger was rising.

I reached him and cornered him against the doorframe, gripping his jaw tightly, forcing him to meet my gaze despite his towering height