Sylvia's POV
Kylie stood in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest, her expression carefully neutral.
But I wasn’t fooled.
She was hesitating.
She always hesitated.
Pathetic.
Weak.
But weakness?
Weakness could be used.
I set my glass of wine down, leaning back in my chair as I watched her shift on her feet, biting her lip.
Regret.
Uncertainty.
Foolish girl.
She should have learned by now that walking away from me was never an option.
I exhaled, letting the silence stretch between us until, finally
"Are you going to stand there all night," I said smoothly, "or do you actually have something useful to tell me?"
Kylie inhaled sharply.
Then, reluctantly, she stepped inside.
She sat stiffly across from me, her posture tense.
I studied her for a moment, letting the silence
