Ezrik let out a low laugh. "Deflection. Classic move." He turned away, his voice softening as he approached Willow. "You coming with me, sugar soda?"
Willow arched a brow at the nickname, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Tempting offer, but I need to check on Navian first."
"Uh-huh." Ezrik shot Navian a dry, unimpressed look, then patted his shoulder, hard enough to make him stiffen. "Get well soon, freak."
With that, Ezrik turned and strolled toward the door. It slid open at his approach, and he disappeared through it without another word.
The others turned toward Sylas. He met their stares with unreadable calm before letting a small smile tug at his lips.
"I think I made a bad impression," he said lightly.
"You think?" Willow shot back, disbelief heavy in her tone. "You literally threatened and manipulated me."
She wasn't sure if she was mad at what he did or his lack of remorse in any way.
