Chapter 41

Nyssa’s head snapped toward the door, and sure enough, Silas stood there, broad-shouldered and imposing in the frame. His sharp gaze flicked immediately to his sister, who froze mid-sentence like a pup caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“Oh no,” Jessamine muttered under her breath before pasting on a bright smile. “Brother! What a surprise. Fancy seeing you here.”

“Don’t ‘brother’ me,” Silas