Sylas actually did stop, to Old Brama's surprise.
He looked back, meeting Niafon's gaze with calmness.
"Is there a problem?"
"You entered our—"
"According to our contract, there shouldn't be anything you're capable of hiding from me in the first place. Are you saying you want to break it?"
Niafon's words were caught in his throat.
The problem with the situation was obvious. That contract that had practically given Sylas control over them was one thing, but these secrets of their ancestors were another matter entirely.
To Sylas, these things were one and the same. But they had always treated them like separate matters. Of course, that was only natural. Admitting to having such strong connections with Demons was a death sentence in this world.
