Sylas stood unmoved. He had already seen through as much long ago. The only thing he wasn't certain of was whether Astrid was responsible for it or not. But now, that answer seemed clear enough.
This was almost certainly against the family rules, but Astrid was also a person not much unlike Sylas. Rules only mattered up to a certain point, and if you got to the point where following them would only be a detriment to you, then you should either break them or flip the table.
Astrid wasn't quite ready just yet to flip the table, but she was certainly more than willing to break them.
She was certainly a dangerous woman.
It was just that… Sylas was far more so.
Astrid didn't say a word. The fatigue that had once been on her face vanished as a sharpness radiated from her amber eyes. A white-red flame began to dance on her blade as her Blade Aura morphed, shifting and changing into something entirely new. And then…
She and Malachi burst toward Sylas at the same time.
