Sylus knew he was far from gaining your trust. Your frown even while sleeping proved that. He sat by your bedside, gently running his fingers along your hair, his eyes flickering down to check you for wounds or discomfort of any kind. It had been so long since he’d seen you, that you no longer recognized the boy next door to your childhood home. After all, who would want to believe their childhood crush was their sworn enemy?

“One day, you’ll see as I do, kitten. I’ll be patient until then…”