Syria’s POV
When I got back home, I made sure no one saw me sneaking in—especially the guards.
If they found out I was late, I’d be punished again.
My ears twitched at the faintest sounds—footsteps, breaths, and heartbeats.
I held my breath as I slipped through the large front doors of the mansion, silently hoping no one would be lurking around.
But just as I stepped inside, someone yanked my hair hard from behind.
“Ah!” I gasped, eyes widening in shock. “What the hell—?!”
“You!” a familiar voice hissed. “Why are you home so late?!”
I turned around, heart thudding like war drums in my chest.
It was Novene.
Her face was twisted with rage and disgust, and for a second, I couldn’t believe she was out of the punishment room already. I thought my uncle had locked her up after wha
