“Scillia, what the hell are you doing here?” My jaw tensed, my palms turned into fists.
“I came to visit. Will you invite me in?” Scillia’s eyebrow rose.
“Get out of here.” Issac’s low growl came from behind me.
My gaze slid down Scillia’s body, who looked tragic. A split lip, tangled hair, torn clothes and a body covered in wounds. Lorenzo is indeed treating the people who have served him with disgust. Inside, there is a feeling of unease, a mental search for an answer and the real reason Scillia has appeared on the doorstep. Could it be one of dark plans?
“What do you need?” I closed the door, showing Scillia comfortably ensconced on the sofa.
“A truce.” The word left Scillia’s lips.
“For all the wicked things you’ve done, you should be dead. What makes you think I will spare
