Toby shot him a dubious look.
"Entertaining? That's one way to put it. What if his schemes involve poison or worse?"
Sylas's lips curled into a smirk.
"Then he'll learn the hard way that I'm not so easily undone. For now, let's enjoy the show."
Rey arched a brow.
"You seem remarkably unconcerned, my lord. Do you have a plan?"
"I always have a plan," Sylas replied cryptically, settling into a chair.
"And if the baron's play is as clumsy as I suspect, he'll end up exposing more than he intends."
Meanwhile, John moved with practiced stealth through the halls of the baron's estate, his target clear in mind. As he approached the guest quarters, he paused, his sharp ears picking up the faint sound of conversation.
Peeking through a small gap in the doorway, he caught sight of the group inside.