Cheri's eyes widened.
Humiliation. That was the only word she could use to describe it. There wasn't anything else that it could be.
Their guild was very open with their love lives, but this was something that festered and went wild amongst the lowest rung of disciples.
Plus, it was one thing to do something like that of your own volition. To be demanded to do it by another as though you were a pair of circus clowns present for the entertainment of others…
That was a different matter entirely.
Cheri looked at Sylas again. For some reason, she found herself relying on him more and more. She didn't even consciously realize she was looking at him until she saw those still as lake eyes.
Sylas didn't seem particularly angry or particularly happy. He simply looked…
Indifferent.
And then he spoke.
"It seems that… old age really isn't enough of a teacher."
Melody's eyes narrowed. No woman liked to be called old, and it seemed like Sylas was entirely indifferent to her threats.
