Sylas’ POV:

My wife stood there at the door, shocked, paralyzed and exhausted.

Her hair was messy, her breathing uneven, and I could still spot fear in her eyes.

But the moment I saw her walking in, something inside me nearly gave out. Relief rushed through me so hard, that I let out a loud, visible sigh.

On the phone, Cassian let out a chuckle,

“Well, well, well,” he whispered, “It seems like the sleeping beauty has finally made it home.” He paused, and I heard his tone turn cruel, “Tell me brother, do you-”

I immediately ended the call. I was done with him, and right now, I did...