Maelek turned back to Layla, his expression softening. "Do not be afraid to ask questions, child. Be afraid only of the silence that comes from not." He rose, using his cane. "I am an old fae, and I tire easily. Theron, you will show our guest to her room. Kieran, a word in my study before you retire."
He moved toward the door, then paused, looking back at Layla. "Welcome to the House of Valerius. May your stay be... illuminating." He left, the tap of his cane fading down the hall.
The silence he left behind was different than before. It was charged, crackling with implications. Theron stood from his shadowed corner, his movements fluid and silent. He looked at Layla, his dark eyes unreadable.
"Come," he instructed. "I will show you to your room. You will wish to refresh yourself before
