Sylene turned onto his side, curling slightly as his thoughts tangled tighter and tighter.
Either way, he had to keep moving forward. But he can't afford to lose Sir Melchior... What'd the vampire think if he knew Sylene had inappropriate feelings towards him? Would that annoy him?
Fear and confusion filled his chest—but he would still go to work. He would still protect Sir Melchior. As the commander's special assistant...
Nothing changed that. Above all he just want Sir Melchior to be protected in human territory, who knows there might be some extremist like Milton's party and want to harm Sir Melchior?
He won't allow that.
Sylene tried to close his eyes but can't fall to sleep, until Mavis returned that night, after dinner.
Zirron—surprisingly—had left the white fox alone at Hilda's house, though Sylene knew there were people stationed around the property, guarding it quietly.
The moment Mavis stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted.
The house felt lighter.
