Sylus peered at me, his mouth agape.
"I thought your brother was—"
"Yes." I nodded. "He's out of coma now for two weeks at least, and he's perfectly fine. He's been discharged, and he's home with my father now."
"So you think he can help?" He took another sip of his coffee, and the little drops left behind on his lips called me to lick it off. And I did, causing him to stiffen for a second before his lips edged into a smile.
I nodded at him, answering his question. "He can help. I know he can. So let's invite him to help."
"And would he help?"
"Oh." A darkened chuckle sounded from me. "Harlow would kill Olive himself if I let him. Right now, he doesn't know what Olive has done, and I am scared to tell him. He's pretty impulsive sometimes, despite how uptight he can be. He's like the complete opposite of me."
