Riven's Pov
I should have known she'd send him.
There was no one else better suited to drag me back to that hell than Sylas. The bastard always had a talent for turning misery into a game, for twisting someone's sanity until they thought they wanted the very chains he draped around their wrists. Of course he was responsible for what happened at the party. And of course, he'd make an entrance here—wearing my face, playing with the people I loved. It was so painfully, predictably Sylas.
The only problem was… I couldn't hate him. Not completely. I wouldn't have had a life to mess with in the first place if not for him.
