Sylas and Cassarae walked out of the room together what must have been the next day.
Judging by their body language, it was hard to tell that anything of significance had happened at all.
Sylas had a focused gaze that seemed capable of boring through a wall. And Cassarae, having long since regained her footing, had likewise returned to her usual self.
If there was anything wrong at all… it was that they were cordial, too cordial.
However, by the time they made it downstairs, even that oddity was gone. Cassarae was already making snide remarks, and Sylas, though focused, had his own quippy retorts belied by his stone-cold face.
Well, as perfectly as they masked such things, the numerous sets of eyes that landed on them all at the same time when they finally did make their presences known were hard to ignore.
