"Is that why you reached out to Kalix and proposed a deal to marry Winter off to him?" Sylvester asked, his tone laced with disdain as he mocked Byron.
There was no hiding the contempt in his voice—they had never shared a good bond.
"What if I told you yes? That I approached him with a motive?" Byron replied, watching closely as Sylvester's words faltered.
Sylvester's expression darkened, and his jaw clenched in fury.
"Would you believe me if I said I did it because I suspect we share the same enemy?" Byron added, leaving Sylvester stunned by the claim.
Byron took his silence as an opportunity to continue.
"I know you're aware of why Kalix agreed to help me. But what he doesn't know... is that our enemy might be one and the same."
His words plunged Sylvester into a pool of doubt, yet there was something undeniable in them—something that made him want to believe.
"What do you mean?" Sylvester asked, his eyes now locked on Byron—sharp with curiosity, demanding answers.
