If there was one thing I had learned in the past week, it was that absolutely nothing in the Sylas’ family was ever simple.

The restaurant Ella chose for our chat was exactly the type I had expected. It was private, silent and exclusive in a way that actually screamed money.

She had us seated in a secluded section of the restaurant. It was a section tucked away behind a glass partition that blurred the rest of the world away and also provided us some privacy.

It was just enough to make us feel alone even if we weren’t. And I didn’t want to feel alone, especially when sitting across...