Silas Blackwood's sudden appearance made my blood run cold. It was impossible. He was supposed to be imprisoned, awaiting trial for his heinous crimes. Yet here he stood, looking as composed and dangerous as ever, flanked by armed men and wearing that infuriating smirk.
"Surprised to see me, Your Grace?" Silas asked, his pistol trained on Alaric. "I do so enjoy making dramatic entrances."
Alaric's posture shifted, his body coiled with tension. "Blackwood. I should have ensured you never saw daylight again."
"Yes, you really should have." Silas stepped further into the room, his eyes briefly flickering to me with a hunger that made my skin crawl. "Prison walls are surprisingly permeable when you have the right connections and sufficient funds."
Behind Silas, I noticed Julian Vale stirring on the ground. He wasn't as incapacitated as he'd appeared. My heart sank further.
"How—" I began, but Silas cut me off.