Sylas
"What does that crazy woman want from me?" Master Lysander demanded, his voice echoing through the sanctuary.
Sylas rolled his eyes, unsurprised by Lysander's outburst. After all, both Lysander and his grandmother were eccentric, and Lysander had nearly sent them tumbling off the cliff with his wind powers moments ago.
Veyr lowered the barrier around them and nudged Sylas's shoulder. "Who are you talking about?" he asked, his tone curious but firm.
Before Sylas could respond, Lysander's booming voice cut him off. "Tell me what Elizabeth wants and why she sent you here."
"It's about a vision she believes you might have seen," Sylas said.
Lysander scoffed, rubbing his hands together. "What makes her think we share the same visions just because we're twins? Haven't I told her to stop contacting me? I already cut that crazy Woman off so why the hell is she still after me?" he demanded.
"I…" Sylas began, but Kael interrupted, stepping between him and Lysander.
