Silas pov

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

I stood before the mirror, brows furrowed, lips pressed into a hard line, both hands gripping something tightly as I stared at my reflection. The quiet room was thick with tension, two pairs of watchful eyes fixed on me.

One gleamed with a mix of amusement and disbelief. The other was cold. Unreadable.

My brothers.

Claude and Lucien.

But my attention wasn’t on either of them.

I narrowed my eyes, the indifferent expression on my face slowly shifting as I studied myself carefully, thoughtfully. Different thoughts raced through my mind as I tried to reach a decision.

A difficult one.

One that required careful...