He was distorted.
Feelings molded into a sharp knife that gradually pierced through his heart like a burning ember of sizzling flame.
He was scared.
The morphed knife held power to make him surrender. To make him feel vulnerable, an unknown emotion he never felt. Susceptibility seeped through his mind, tormenting his sentiments into a pained expression. He had survived long to know the darkness of the world, he had seen enough to liable her safety. Silas knew his father, even better than Alejandro knew himself. And Silas was also concious about the extents his father was ready to go to achieve what he resignedly craved. It was no more for clan extension, it no more concerned the hunger of power but a sated word. Revenge.
It was always that.
And Sadie was coming in his way.
Silas sigh
