Lilliana's palms were damp as she stood outside the study door, her heart pounding with an unnaturally loud rhythm. She had been summoned not by a steward or a servant, but by his men. And she knew what that meant.
Silas didn't summon people. He commanded them.
A flutter of excitement curled low in her stomach, almost shamefully. Despite everything that had happened, he continued to think about her. He remembered her existence; even if she was summoned solely because of Aylin's actions, she would treasure the meeting.
The heavy door creaked open, and one of the guards motioned her inside. The moment she stepped through, the air changed. When he was nearby, it always felt thicker, charged with something dangerous and unspoken.
Silas.
