#Chapter 249: I Won’t See You Hurt

I open the door later that evening after a knock and find Sylas standing on the other side. He’s dressed to exercise, in sweatpants and a moisture-wicking t-shirt. He carries a drawstring bag over his shoulder, presumably with a change of clothes inside.

His expression seems unsure. He’s frowning and there’s a question in his eyes. “Are you sure you want me? Kavros would be a million times better