Sylvia decided not to get involved in whatever Dean and the others were trying to find out about Andrea and Claudia's Palace.
Thomas loved that she was mostly focusing on getting better.
Sylvia, however, had another demon to face.
Well, not quite… Her parents.
They would visit a week after she had been installed in Tom's house and hers, as Tom protests at her first phrasing.
"It is our house," he had said.
Sylvia had stared at him from the bed, wrapped in blankets, medical bracelets, and righteous exhaustion. "Tom, I have lived here for seven days. I still do not know which cabinet has glasses."
"I can show you."
"That was not the point."
"It can be."
She had refused to argue after that because Thomas had looked too pleased by the word "our," and Sylvia was not strong enough yet to fight a dominant alpha made soft by domestic terminology.
Now, standing in the sitting room attached to the east bedroom, she regretted many decisions.
