Sylus glanced at me once before he pushed the front door of his family house open. He'd been mad since our last conversation, and as much as it irritated me, I wasn't going to ask. I had more things to worry about. But his sudden proposal about taking me to his family house, because he thinks they would be able to help, struck me as surprising. Why would his family want to help me, especially his father, who clearly didn't like me?
We'd only made it a few steps in when my footsteps slowed, my eyes widening as I took in the glass ceiling that you could basically see yourself in. Pillars and gardens that looked like something out of Greek mythology. How much was paid to build something this frighteningly massive? How many people even lived here?
Sylus's hand snaked around my wrist, and he dragged me along.
"Do you have a thing for ridiculously big houses?"
