Sebastian had arrived to coerce Syryn one last time and the teen had finally capitulated.
"I have two conditions." Syryn raised his slender fingers in the air.
"One, I wear a veil."
"Acceptable."
"Two, nobody finds out who I am."
"Ohh, that's not gonna be easy."
Without Salem around, the workroom had been getting untidy. It was cleaning day, and Sebastian had been roped into Syryn's quest for a room that was just as clean as if Salem had never left. Wet cloth in his hand, Sebastian was hard at work wiping down the window glass.
"I don't care, Sebastian. Is it a yes or no?"
"It's a yes. I'm just lettin' ya know that the emperor will have questions about you."
