Sylas landed beside Sunniva, his fists dripping with blood. But the Scorned Wraps quickly cleaned themselves, and soon it was as though he hadn't just been in a bloody battle at all.
The girl seemed to be in a bit of a daze, looking off absentmindedly. It seemed that much of Nosphaleen's suggestion had begun to wear off, but Sylas didn't believe that was because of how much time had passed. Rather, it should be because she was shocked awake by something.
As for what she had been shocked awake by, he already knew.
Her family's betrayal. Or, rather, Ragnar's alliance with the Sylphs.
Sylas had allowed Sunniva to go off and hunt the escaping Sylphs herself not because he actually wanted them all dead. As far as he was concerned, if Sunniva could kill even one of them, it would be a miracle. After all, the Sylphs were no joke.
Though Sunniva was strong, it was unlikely that she could deal with many of them. She would likely struggle with just one.
