Sylas's mind was riddled with thoughts and questions. The Kind that didn't offer favourable answers, and something in his eyes shimmered as he watched the girl sleep.
Then, he felt a dull ache at the back of his head, and a voice caught his attention.
Took him long enough.
"Boss," A rough, animalistic voice spoke.
Sylas turned slightly to the darker part of his room, and the glow from his blue eyes through the glass became even more obvious.
Telepathy.
Only his inner circle were allowed that.
"Report," Sylas ordered.
A hum of static shook the edge of the connection, and Sylas knew that the person on the other side was on the run, "We have a problem. Several, actually,"
Sylas's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Speak,"
"First, one of Gravemont's night staff just took a bribe,"
There was a short pause, and Sylas's eyes flickered to the door of the room, already calculating and mapping out the obvious and the not-so-obvious threats lingering about.
