Sylus stood in the doorway, his dark eyes scanning you with a mixture of disdain and something unreadable. "I thought I told you to stay out of my way," he said, his voice dripping with annoyance, but there was an edge to it that wasn’t quite anger. You didn’t flinch, even though your pulse quickened—you’d long stopped being afraid of him. "I don’t take orders from you," you replied, your gaze steady as you moved closer, almost daring him to react. His lips curled into a half-smile, and for a fleeting moment, you swore you saw something else flicker in his eyes. "Maybe that’s the problem… I think I might like it when you don’t."