Elora POV
Silas didn’t come in for dinner. I hadn’t seen him since he walked off with Aldrin. Fear kicks in and I worry he may have hurt Aldrin, his dislike for Fae was definitely no secret.
Dragus trys to distract me, keeping me busy and following me around everywhere I go. I run into Matitus, who is walking down the corridor muttering to himself. Strange, he is covered in white dust and completely naked as he stalks toward the bedroom. Dragus chuckles beside me as I chase after him.
“Matitus,” I call, and he stops, he smiles before his eyes goes to Dragus and he growls.
“Where is Silas, tell me I have little wings, the bastard,” he says, making Dragus laugh.
“Why are you covered in dust?” I ask, wiping it off his chest when he turns stomping up the stairs toward the bedroom.
“Geez
