Elora’s POV
Silas and I wait in silence. He doesn’t utter a word, yet I know his eyes are fixed on me. Dragus, who obviously realized something was up when I never returned, walked in, stopping and leaning on the doorframe.
“Why are you holding her here?” he asks Silas. Silas looks up at him, his eyes scanning over Dragus.
“You know why?” he simply says. So Dragus knew Silas intentions and never warned me.
“Come Elora,” Dragus says, making Silas growl and stand up. Dragus ignores him, holding out his hand. I look at Silas, but he doesn’t say anything when I stand and walk over to him, grabbing his hand. I know Silas is angry about me keeping it from him, yet I feel something else, uncertainty.
“Bring her back when Matitus returns,” Silas says, running a hand through his hair. Dragu
