ARIANA
“How... how did you manage to get all of this?” I asked in disbelief.
Back then, when I mentioned wanting a little café in the red zone and selling hunting gear there, I wasn’t serious. I was just testing Sylas. And yet, here it was—everything I’d casually mentioned that night. Not a single detail was missing.
“Where did you even get the money for this place? You even decorated it exactly how I described,” I said, stepping back a little to put some distance between us.
Sylas grabbed my arm roughly and yanked me closer, his eyes filled with an intimidating intensity.
“I’ve told you before, haven’t I? Nothing I’ve done for you is free. You... you still owe me. You and the Morigans tricked me into this fake marriage, and now, I want revenge. You’re just a pawn in my game. All you
